Ashcroft gave a smug little bow. “Naturally.”
Damien’s eyes narrowed. “What hollow Barbie dolls and gossip?” His voice dropped, sharp and cold. Then he turned to look at Maya “Is someone bothering you at the company?”
Maya opened her mouth, but Harper beat her to it—hands already waving, eyes wide with mock outrage.
“Oh, you know—those jealous Barbies. The ones blowing their whole paycheck on designer shoes and waterproof eyeliner, just to parade past the executive wing like it’s a catwalk. All of them hoping to catch the eye of the elusive Mr. Blackwood.”
Damien’s jaw clenched. His expression darkened.
Damien: “Who are they?”
Ashcroft let out a low whistle, backing up half a step with both palms raised.
“Uh oh… here we go. That’s the voice. The one that makes grown men sweat in boa
