"If this is just a contract, why does every look from him pull at a string I swore I'd cut?"
—Ava Carter Reed
Ava's Point of View
By the time I came down for breakfast, the dining room was quieter than usual.
Only Andre sat at the table, idly scrolling through his phone as he sipped his coffee. Dylan and Ian had left earlier for work.
Breakfast with Andre wasn't so bad—surprisingly, I was beginning to feel comfortable around him. He had a way of telling stories that always ended with a joke, and I found myself laughing harder than I had planned to. It felt good to laugh; it made the mansion feel less like a museum.
After breakfast, Andre drove me to Reed Empire. He went straight up to Dylan's office while I headed to my own department—Public Relations.
"Good morning, Mrs Reed," Marcy greeted as she fell into step beside me.
"Good morning, Marcy," I replied with a smile. She was the friendliest of the six staff members in PR.
