I push open the conference room door again. The fresh latte sits perfectly in my hand—two shots espresso, whole milk, one sugar.

Nina lounges at the head of the table. Her breakfast spread arranged like a photo shoot. Designer dress pristine. Hair falling in perfect waves.

She looks like she belongs here. Like this is her territory.

'March upstairs right now. Confront Alexander. Demand to know why everyone treats her like his fiancée.'

My pulse hammers against my ...