Selina moved through the fourth-floor stores with clinical precision, auditing sales and logistics. Beside her, Annabelle worked in tandem, the two of them gathering reports.
With the files clutched to her chest, Selina headed for the elevators. She walked with a measured pace, though she felt Annabelle's eyes constantly darting toward her.
Selina's gaze was fixed forward—until it hit a wall of pure ice.
In the distance, a familiar figure cut through the crowd.
Zane.
He moved with an unhurried, magnetic arrogance, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as the crowd seemed to part for him by instinct.
Selina froze, thread and uncertainty coursing through her. This was their first encounter after she left the mansion.
'Oh my god! What… What is the cold, sly fox doing here? Is he here for her? I'll be doomed if that were the case,'
