Gerald's POV
"Are you serious right now?" Owen's voice carried a sharp edge of disbelief as his eyebrows shot up, his expression mirroring the same stunned look I had worn when the truth first hit me.
"Dead serious," I responded, my voice steady as I settled deeper into my leather chair. "Trust me, I was just as blindsided."
Owen blinked several times, like he was trying to reset his brain to process what I had just told him.
"And she's actually working here? Under your roof?"
"Is that supposed to be a problem?" I shot back, keeping my tone neutral even though I could already see the wheels spinning in his head.
