At his words, every hair on Seraphina Quinn's body stood on end.
'That bastard. He actually had someone watching me?'
"Fairchild, you're having me watched?" A flash of anger appeared on Seraphina Quinn's face, but she held it back in front of Genevieve Fairchild. "Can we talk about this later, in private?"
Damian Fairchild led Genevieve Fairchild into her presidential suite. His expression softened only after his gaze swept the room, confirming there were no traces of any other man having been there.
"Perfect. I have a few things to discuss with Miss Yara in private as well."
After Damian Fairchild spoke, he asked her, "What's for lunch?"
Seraphina Quinn had arranged to meet him at noon, but Damian Fairchild had shown up with Genevieve at ten o'clock, so she hadn't even finished prepping the ingredients.
So, she said to Damian Fairchild, "I'm still getting the ingredients ready..."
