It has been a long day; becoming the new CEO, kicking out his father, and meeting the board, now all Avery wanted to do was sleep.
He stopped at a shopping center and bought some gifts for Sloane's staff — nothing too expensive, just practical and heartfelt, nobody wanted you shoving your wealth in their face the first time you meet— he wanted to make a good first impression.
Avery parked his car in the garage and strolled into the lobby. Gold decor, soft couches, gleaming marble floors, stunning light fixtures, and clean lines marked the decor, Avery stopped, breath hitching, he squinted, it couldn't be her.
The elevator revealed a familiar profile before the doors chimed close— straight black hair, creamy pale skin and those ethereal features— he wasn't aware that Emilia Knight lived in the same building as Sloane, insecurity and suspicion reared their ugly head and Avery found himself stalking to the receptionist before he could stop himself.
