Chapter 7

Locked doors

The lilac dress, still damp from the coffee, clung on comfortably to Sophia's skin.

The burning sensation on her chest had subsided to a dull ache, but the Sting of Miss Florence's content lingered.

Theory bubbled inside her, a potent antidote to the fear she had felt. She wasn't a pawn, not anymore.

She was Adrian Drake's wife, a title she despised but would leverage.

In rage, she stormed off in search of Adrian. She saw a huge door and flung it open.

Adrian sat behind a huge desk. The table was filled with papers and an open laptop.

"Adrian there is something you must know," she said in a shaky breathless tone.

Adrian looked up, his gays sweeping over her coffee-stained dress before settling on her face. “Is there a problem, Mrs Drake?” His stone was even, betraying no hint of concern.

"Yes. I have been disrespected by your housekeeper. She spilled hot coffee on my dress. And she acted like it was okay."

Adrian raised an eyebrow and then his eyes travelled the len