“What? Dark circles?” Diana snatched up her mirror, already distracted.

“Oh my God, Bianca! You’re right. I look like a zombie!”

She hurried to the door to shut it, but ran straight into a familiar face.

“Reece? What are you doing here? Sorry, we’re closed for the day,” she said quickly.

Reece hadn’t just dropped by; Bianca had called him over.

When he walked into the office, his eyes went straight to the mountain of contracts on her desk. Without a word, he began flipping through them.

Diana started to speak, but Bianca cut in, her tone calm and firm. “Take the rest of the day off. I asked Reece...