Roman Rhodes responded with a question. "Anything else?"
Diana Donovan glanced at Stella Sterling, as if weighing her words.
Stella Sterling was about to say she could give them some privacy.
The man spoke before she could. "Go ahead and speak freely."
"It's fine. It's nothing important. We can talk when you get back."
As she spoke, Diana Donovan broke into a smile at Stella Sterling. "I'll get back to my work. See you later, Miss Sterling."
"See you."
Diana Donovan's visit was brief.
Stella Sterling tilted her head, watching her departing figure. Even her professional attire couldn't hide her excellent waist-to-hip ratio.
A strange feeling surfaced in her heart for no apparent reason.
Stella Sterling placed one hand behind her back.
Her forearm slid gently down the small of her back as she felt her own curves.
'Hmm, my waist-to-hip ratio isn't so bad either.'
In the parking lot.
The van driven by Miles was already waiting.
