Cassie didn't waste her time trying to figure out how Franklin had wriggled his way out of telling Frederick who he'd been talking to on the phone.
That was his problem. Her focus was on the perfume samples, and she threw herself into them like she always did with her wellness company.
She worked with the team late into the night, often picking up Tristan and taking him to her office for dinner.
The boy was such a sweet soul, completely absorbed in his homework afterward, his head bent over the pages, mumbling to himself as he read.
When he got tired, he'd curl up on the sofa in her office, falling asleep mid-page, and she'd quietly lock the door, making sure he wasn't disturbed.
Evelyn knew who Tristan was, but she stayed quiet. She wasn't dumb enough to stir trouble wher
