She walked forward.

Each step was precise, but the tension in her aura was undeniable; jealousy coiled beneath her calm like a venomous serpent waiting to strike.

She stopped beside the table and extended the terminal.

“Your card,” she said evenly, though her voice carried an edge sharp enough to cut.

Calvin stared at her. “You still work here?”

“Yes,” Lilly giggled, pulling back slightly from Simon. “She’s been working here for about six months.”

Cleopatra’s gaze snapped toward her.

“Mind your business,” she shot back, the jealousy no longer fully disguised.

Kiara’s lips curved faintly.

“Mr. Calvin,” she purred sweetly, deliberately tightening her hold on his arm, “why don’t...