"Try not to look so nervous," Adrian murmured as the elevator doors slid open.

Naya shot him a sharp glance, clutching the strap of her handbag tighter. "I’m not nervous."

She'd agreed to go with him to his office to go over the case. But she was nervous because she'd grown quite popular on social media ever since her arrest and Daniel's engagement.

His smirk was faint, but infuriatingly knowing. He didn’t say anything else as he stepped out first, the faint click of his shoes ...