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.

great sadness with her. Most women who smoked did. I looked at her, then I got choked

last time before tossing the half-finished cigarette away, then she

because of me. She might be my employee, but we

danger and curiosity. “Most women I’ve met only care about themselves. Well, at least those who are experienced, anyway. You’re an

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

especially elites like Millie. She didn’t care about the little things in

my own law firm and having two powerful families backing me up. Millie thought I should live my life to the fullest, but there I was, snooping around to see

out of the company—Ashton was hunched. They

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