Chapter 4

A week later.

After spending the morning at Christie’s fall preview, I decided to surprise Nathan with macarons from Ladurée. The front desk security guard–Mike, I think gave me his usual warm smile as I signed in. “Want me to let Mr. Pierce know you’re here, Mrs. Pierce?” I shook my head with a conspiratorial wink. “Let’s make it a surprise.”

When I reached the top floor, I tapped on the heavy oak door of his corner office. Nathan’s boardroom voice cut through: “I specifically said no interruptions.”

“Even for your wife?”

Beep. The security lock clicked open.

The floor–to–ceiling windows were dimmed to their darkest setting, turning the spectacular Manhattan view into a muted backdrop. Nathan sat behind his massive Restoration Hardware desk, his expression softening when he saw

me.

“This is unexpected.”

I gave him a playful pout. “Brought you something sweet. Though you weren’t very sweet just now.”

“Ten–minute break,” he spoke into his MacBook before pulling out his AirPod Pro. He massaged his temples, looking exhausted. “Sorry, angel. Quarterly board meeting. Didn’t realize it was you.”

I whispered.

Just muted

That smile foll

face. “But I never pass up treats from Mrs.

stayed by the visitor chairs. “Well then,

green box and lifted a rose raspberry

boyish grin I adored, but suddenly tensed,

the macaron mid–air, concern creeping

and after a moment spoke in a strained voice: “Just fatigue. These back–to–back

should go. Let you catch your

together apologetically, voice slightly raspy. “Text me next time – I’ll block off

Miller, head tilted back,

Chapter 4

the private elevator bank, something felt off. I turned back.

executive assistants‘ area, I saw his door

figure slipped

glanced around furtively, I saw her face clearly.

Claire Morrison.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255