Chapter 112

SLOANE

The receptionist shoots up from her chair, rushing over. “Sir, she doesn’t have an appointment,” she says quickly, her voice sugary sweet now, completely different from the way she’s been treating me. “I was just about to ask her to leave.”

Mr. Vaughn stops, looking from me to her, then back to me. He raises a hand, waving her off without a second thought.

“It’s fine,” he says, his voice ca