Evelyn’s P.O.V.

At lunch, Walter and Maeve were squabbling non stop, Bruce's face was an epitome of burning jealousy. I sighed at this melodrama and looked for Zuriel, who was attending a phone call not far away.

"What's so special about this client?"

I felt an unfamiliar fire in my chest, spreading in my body. Then a realization hit me hard.

I was also getting jealous over a phone call!

Suddenly, Walter changed the flow of conversation, and asked me.

"What about a dinner tonight, Eve? Bex was also asking about you."

Meave's alarm about Walter's intentions flashed across my mind. I was about to refuse politely when a gruff...