Brendan frowned.
"Protocol 7? What the hell is that? Another one of your dramas?"
I held his gaze while the water continued to fall from my hair onto the pristine floor.
Then, outside, we heard brakes.
Footsteps.
And the sound of the front door opening, because when the head of security pronounced my real name, Brendan’s laughter died instantly
I never told my ex-husband or his wealthy family that I was the secret owner of the multi-billion dollar company where they all worked.
