Author POV

Stephanie’s heels clicked sharply against the marble hallway of George’s luxury apartment building.

Every step carried a storm.

Her conversation with Mark replayed in her head—his pathetic shock, the trembling fear in his eyes, and that insolent little brat clinging to him.

She smirked.

Fools. Both of them.

But right now, she had another idiot to deal with.

George.

She pressed her passcode into the door panel.

He had changed it again.

Cute.

She typed the override master ...