“Hello, Miss Evelyn. This is Claire. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be sending your and Mr. Montemayor’s clothes to his condo today.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her words. Why was she calling me directly? Oh right, because I’m his assistant, and my clothes happen to be part of the delivery.

“May I ask around what time you’ll be sending them? I’ll inform Sir Terrence.”

“What time works best for you?” she asked politely.

I paused, mentally scanning the ...