he glass doors of the Moss-Sterling building on Fifth A

ith anger. Then Sloane stepped out. The guard stopped in his tr

heels clicked against the marble steps. She kept her spine compl

as ten meters high. The receptionist behind the d

g with fake politeness. "Mr. Moss is in a very import

etal keycard. It was the master access pass August had thrown at her on their wedding day, a careless ges

ionist's e

the black card against the scanner. A green light

t picked up her phone, her voice frantic, but

made Ada's stomach drop. She swallowed hard,

The executive hallway was quiet. A few

is chair when he saw Ada. He rushed forward, trying to put his b

ds raised. "Mr. Moss is in a terrible mood t

will not be Mrs. Moss for

oane stepped forward. She bumped her shoulder ha

andle. She pushed it down ha

his back to the door, looking out the floor-t

ugust said into the phone.

ton coming from the speaker. A sharp pain hit Ada right

und. His dark eyes narrowed in deep

aid, and ended the call. He glar

ot apologize. She walked straight to

her bag. She flicked her wrist and slapped th

om. The papers slid across the des

d black letters on the cover

d. He reached up and tugged at his expensive silk tie. "D

dge of the desk. She leaned fo

Ada said. Her voice

de a muscle in his jaw tick. He looked at her face, sea

signature line. "Sign it. Do not waste my time. I

flash with anger. He stood up. He was a t

of your mind?

een them. "If I do not have your signature tod

rned around and walked out the door, her