"You are the wife of the company's most important man," Martin corrected calmly. "Which makes you the most vulnerable point of attack."
Well. Put like that…
As I turned, ready to head toward my office, the elevator chimed behind me. The stainless-steel doors slid open, and out stepped Victor.
He paused mid-stride when he saw me, eyebrows lifting.
Great. Of all days to run into him, it had to be this one.
He was dressed in a navy casual shirt, paired with perfectly fitted charcoal pants. And in his hand, was today's newspaper.
Wonderful. He's read it. Of course he has. Why wouldn't he? The universe loves chaos.
"Hi, Mrs. Numero," he greeted, walking toward me.
I forced a polite, tiny smile. "Hi."
His eyes skimmed my expression, my posture, Martin hovering beside me. "I won't ask how your day is going. Must be insane."
"Actually, it's not," I replied lightly. "I've been the focus of the press lately. I think I'm getting used to it."
