AUTHORS POV

It was Clarissa, in her night robe, holding two mugs of piping tea. The tea was piping hot that Tessa could see the steam brewing from where she was seated and honestly, she appreciated the gesture.

The tea would help relax her nerves as she scanned through the paper work and everything for the meeting.

She had been impressed with how Clarissa had handled everything down to the minutest detail, nothing was aloof upon her cross checkings.

Nothing was aloof or amiss, and it made her more grateful that she sorted for Clarissa’s help.

“I figured you were still awake,” she said.

Tessa smiled and waved her in....