When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The last thing I saw before going into the elevator was Ashton’s sendoff, though he looked worried. “Drive around the area,” I told Millie after getting into the car.

Millie threw me a look of surprise, but when she noticed that I wasn’t kidding, she revved the engine up.

…

We came back to Fuller Corporation five minutes later, but Millie parked the car where nobody could see us. The headlamps and taillights were turned off to keep anyone from noticing us. We could see everyone who came in and out of the company, but none of them could see us.

Once Millie stopped the car, I rolled the window down and stared at the revolving door.

Millie was getting bored from my antics, so she lit up a particularly slender cigarette, hung her arm over the window, and puffed. She had always been a wild one, that Millie.

with her. Most women who smoked did. I looked at

one last time before tossing the half-finished cigarette

might be my employee, but we were equals, so she didn’t have to pay too much attention to me if she

black, but they were also gleaming with danger and curiosity. “Most women I’ve met only care about themselves. Well, at least those

at what I was doing. Well, I was checking up on my husband at his company in the dead of the night. Anyone would think Ashton might be cheating

abandoned love, especially elites like Millie. She didn’t care about

me up. Millie thought I should live my life to the fullest, but there I

noticed Ashton and Joseph coming out of the company—Ashton was

before I could finish my sentence. She was a great driver, and the city was brightly lit, so she managed to tail Ashton’s car