Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
"They went bankrupt, so we got a good deal. We liquidated everything--the building, the supplies, the staff. Do you have my mail, Michael?"
Addison looks between the two of us as I hand Mr. Wright his stack of letters and magazines. She doesn't laugh or smile like that bastard Adam does as I do this. If anything, she looks a little sad. "That's...unfortunate," she eventually says, her gaze full of pity. "Is there any way to make sure he's working on another floor?"
Her tone is neutral and professional, but her words sting like a slap. "Addy...I..."