(Author's POV)
He had worked for Phineas Everett for six years. He had watched the man conduct billion-dollar negotiations without blinking. He had never, not once, seen him look like that over a text message.
Whatever the CEO's wife thought this arrangement was, Benny suspected she had significantly underestimated her position in it.
(Aurora's POV)
Olivia had booked a small private dining room at a restaurant tucked off the main street - the kind of place with low lighting and well-spaced tables where nobody could overhear you.
She poured us both a glass of water and looked at me with that particular expression she wore when she was about to ask something she'd already decided to ask.
"So. Phineas. How's that actually going?"
I turned my glass on the table. "He's been good to me. G
