"Understood."
Vivienne studied her for another moment before reaching for her handbag.
"Then get the key."
Harper turned away, her jaw clenched.
She hated this woman.
And she hated even more that Vivienne knew she was frightened.
---
Getting into Rhett's room was easier than Harper expected.
Rhett's office was located at the left end and it was quiet.
His desk was cluttered with paperwork, a half-empty coffee mug, and a collection of keys. Harper approached cautiously, keeping her ears open for footsteps.
She spotted the small key Vivienne had described.
"Of course," she muttered under her breath. “Rhett, I hope you understand that I'm doing this for our little arrangements.”
She picked it up and slipped it into her pocket.
.
She left the office and returned to the sitting ro
