LAUREN'S POV

After a few minutes of speaking with the receptionist, I noticed the way his shoulders sagged. His head dropped down, and he pinched the bridge of his nose like a man suddenly burdened with the weight of his own mistakes. From that single gesture, I already knew what had happened, he had seen the transfer. He must have been standing there, realizing not only how wrong he’d been, but also calculating how in the world he was going to face me after insulting me so arrogantly.

A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I didn’t need to...