When Owen Sawyer arrived at the villa, the two of them were sitting on the sofa, neither saying a word.
Georgia Thorne kept stealing glances at Elliot Sheridan, who wore a cold, aloof expression, radiating an aura that warned everyone to keep their distance.
"Hello, Sir. Hello, Madam!" Owen Sawyer greeted, his heart in his throat.
He'd heard yesterday that something big had happened at the company's entrance. The hero of the story was none other than their president, but the heroine was just an unknown low-level employee.
Owen Sawyer's first instinct was to check Georgia Thorne's office to see if she was there.
And sure enough, she wasn't. That had put his mind at ease.
Elliot Sheridan stood up. Seeing Georgia Thorne sitting motionless with her head bowed, he barked, "What are you still spacing out for? Planning to spend the night here?"
Georgia Thorne...
Watching the man's retreating back as he walked out, Georgia Thorne also stood and followed.
