Chapter 162

• Heather and Leona stayed for just over an hour before making their way out of my penthouse. Poised and unfazed, I walked them to the private elevator lobby of Sinclair Tower smiling, gracious, not a trace of bitterness in my expression.
• The marble floors gleamed beneath our heels as I bid them goodbye, the city lights stretching out like constellations beyond the glass walls.
• Only after the doors slid closed did Anna, my personal assistant and confidante, let her irritation show. “Ms. Sinclair, you hand-delivered that engagement gift to Leona’s PR team, and her mother had it couriered right back to us. She didn’t even bother with a note. Clearly, they didn’t think you were worth the headline then why are you still being so nice to them now?”