Her plan was foolproof, and with Isabella playing the cover-up game, Lysander hadn't had an inkling over the past five years.
Surprisingly, this dame Thalassa had the nerve to approach Lysander.
Recently, Lysander began to question if the woman from five years ago was indeed pushing up daisies
Faye was getting more and more jittery on the inside.
There were a few opportunities to give Thalassa the boot, but she missed the boat every time.
Caught up in her thoughts, Faye noticed Lysander looking her way Matching his intense gaze, she snapped out of it and quickly stowed away her admiration for him.
She strolled over, her voice soft. "Mr. Sinclair, if there's nothing else, you can carry on. I'll take care of the coffee cups."
She moved over to the small table and started clearing out the used coffee cups.
Lysander shifted his gaze back to his papers, his voice low. "Leave the small stuff to the janitors. You can start your three-day leave now"