He expounded further, leading Darius away.

“Ma’am?”

Nathalie turned. It was Jenny, the petite redhead, with a box in her hands. “I wrapped two cups. One

for each of you. They’re my design.”

“Thank you so much, Jenny. You should be very proud of what you do.”

“I am. But no one’s ever appreciated our work the way Mr. Spencer does. Or you.” She had a

bright, sweet face that made Nathalie feel years older. “Please thank him for all of us.”

“Of course.”

With a wave and a smile, Jenny went back to her painting table.

For a moment, Nathalie stared after Jenny, her mind stuck on what the...