Sienna POV

“It is so desperate of you to come to work to see Nigel,” Piper said.

Her tone was sugary-sweet and venom-laced, like someone who has been rehearsing that line in the bathroom mirror for weeks. She wanted attention. She wanted reaction. She wanted a scene.

My spine stiffened.

Work.

Wait.

Work?

I blinked once, letting the word settle.

So Nigel… worked here?

In this building?

In Luther Lavigne’s building?

The receptionist’s eyes flicked between us—her face neutral ...