SILVER FASHION COMPANY
Silver stepped out of her office, adjusting the strap of her designer handbag over her shoulder. The cool evening air from the corridor's open window brushed against her skin as Noah and Abraham followed closely behind her.
"Where are Nat and the others?" Silver asked, glancing at Abraham.
Abraham stretched lazily. "They went back home. Said they'd see you tomorrow."
Silver nodded in understanding, though she was a little disappointed. She enjoyed their company—it made the office feel less suffocating.
Just then, Henry came rushing out of his office, his usual mischievous grin in place.
"Boss, the Cooper Group has scheduled a meeting for tomorrow at 9 AM," he reported, flipping through his tablet.
Silver's lips curled into a small smile. Perfect. The trap had been set. Ryder had no idea he was walking straight into her carefully laid-out revenge plan.
