The Billionaire's Hideaway

Cora's POV

My phone buzzed at exactly 3 PM.

Magnus: Be ready by 5. I'm sending a little gift over.

I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Before I could type a response, another text came through.

Magnus: And Cora? Don't argue.

Arrogant ass.

Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rang.

A delivery man stood there holding a garment bag and a shoebox.

"Miss Cora Brooks?"

"That's me.