Just as passed the receptionist who nodded at her, their soft whispers filtered into ear.
The president sending notice he was married, do you think anyone is making a move on him?
A move on him?
That is impossible besides it had always been clear that Emilie Roberts is the fiancee.
Fiancee?
Are you even sure? If the President had married her do you still think she would walk past her without you kneeling to greet her?
Stepping into the driveway, Emily inhaled the cool breeze. Having spent half of her day shuttling between the airport and the Sterling mansion. She was already exhausted.
But then she still needed to turn up at the company since she had only requested a half day of absence just to see Lucian off at the airport.
Talking about Lucian, she glance at the clock on her wrist. Still a few hours before landing.
Emilie sighed. "Company." She clipped and the car slowly made its way out of the mansion.
