Chapter 42

Author's POV Sylvia noticed the receptionist's curious gaze and leaned in, her voice low and sharp. "I'm warning you, this is Frostline Enterprises." She jerked her wrist out of Zane's grip with a flick of disdain. "If you're serious about courting Ms. Frost, maybe don't humiliate yourself at her company's front desk." Then, just to punctuate the insult, she pulled a tissue from her handbag and carefully wiped the spot he touched—like scraping off street filth. Zane's chest heaved, seething with silent fury. But he didn't dare lash out. Not here. Not with so many eyes watching—and not after Sylvia's venom-tipped reminder. "You'll regret this," he hissed, voice tight with wounded pride. "Once I meet Ms. Frost, she'll fire your sorry ass." Sylvia offered a cold smile. "Good luck with that." She turned and walked away, heels clicking like gunshots across marble. It took Zane a full minute to gather himself. Just as he was about to storm after her, someone else entered the lobby. Selene. S