Without another word, she turned and walked off, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement.
**
At Wright Enterprise's private car lot, Abigail stepped out from the back entrance, adjusting the strap of her bag. She had just wrapped up a long meeting and planned to stop by a nearby café before heading home.
However she didn't expect to run into anyone.
So when she turned the corner and saw Damien approaching confident, as usual her stomach twisted slightly.
He wasn't smiling.
But he wasn't angry either.
Just… watching her. Like he'd been waiting.
"Ah," he said casually, "I just ran into you at the right time."
He glanced toward her car, then back at her.
"Seems you're going somewhere."
Abigail didn't hide the irritation on her face.
"Where I'm going," she said sharply, "is none of your problem."
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"So what are you doing here?"
