amily Negotiations
West's POV
I returned to the office and dispatched Atlas to the shopping center with my credit card, tasking him with purchasing everything on my list plus a special gift for my niece. The decision to hand over my card would prove costly, but I desperately needed his assistance.
At half past four, I approached Chloe with a fabricated story about a splitting headache, pleading to leave early. She granted permission reluctantly. The irony wasn't lost on me that I, the company's owner, was requesting permission to depart before closing time. However, maintaining her good graces was essential.
I hurried downstairs where Atlas waited alongside our driver at the building's entrance. Our destination was Miranda's ballet studio. When she emerged from her dance class, suspicion immediately clouded her young features upon spotting me.
