"Where is Mr. Sinclair?" Nina shot the question at the butler as soon as she marched into her house. The head butler was coming out of the kitchen after giving important instructions to the chef for the next day.
"Ma'am?"
"I'm asking something. Answer me! Where is Mr. Sinclair?" Butler thought for a minute and then pointed towards the study door, "There."
A slow smile crept to Nina's lips, and she uttered absentmindedly, "So… He is home!"
The butler must have thought that she had lost her mind. He gave his mistress a once over and then went to retire to his room.
Nina dropped her purse on the couch and then took off her heels. Holding her sandals, she went to the study and opened the door without knocking.
"Shane! Why did you leave me all alone at the party," she stormed inside without looking at the face of the person sitting there, "You should've…"