The moment I saw Zion, I felt a wave of relief. Despite all these years, he hadn't changed a bit.
Zion looked at me and nodded briefly before asking with mock surprise, "What did you mean by that just now?"
I pulled out my phone and opened a conversation from a month ago. There it was—Spencer's pitiful plea for help.
"Yvonne, I didn't get promoted again. I'm just an assistant earning three thousand dollars a month. Can you cover the mortgage again this month?"
I turned the screen toward Zion. "Mr. Latham, would you mind explaining this? Eight years at your company, and my husband's still just an assistant? We're really struggling with the home mortgage and car loan!"
I pretended to be crushed by life's stress and sneaked a glance at Shannon. Her face was deathly pale.
Zion frowned deeply. "Spencer is the manager of our business department, not an assistant."
I dramatically covered my mouth and widened my eyes, as if I had just heard something utterly unbelievable. "What? Manager
