Julian kept his eyes on the paperwork in front of him, flat and unconcerned. "Cassandra's not Eleanor. She's not going to make a scene."
Outside his office, Eleanor stood frozen in place, folder clutched to her chest.
She was employed at Cross Group now.
Secretary to the general manager assisting David, technically his special assistant, but really answering directly to Julian.
These were the terms Julian had laid out at the police station the night before.
If she quit Fenwick & York and came to work at Cross Group, he'd drop the charges against Lauren, no strings, no detention.
Lauren had fought her tooth and nail on it, she'd rather sit in a holding cell than let Eleanor agree to those terms.
Eleanor hadn't hesitated.
Whatever this cost her, it was nothing next to Lauren's future
