Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!
As we approached, I saw a familiar figure waiting on the terrace, looking as though he’d been teleported directly from his Thames-side office.
Timothy Ratliff, Lochlan’s unflappable business secretary, was there.
He usually dealt with London affairs from the headquarters, a ghost in the machine.
His presence here, so early, meant he had probably been summoned on Lochlan’s orders this very morning.
To do what, I wondered. To replace me?
My stomach gave an unpleasant lurch.
He nodded a crisp greeting in my direction. I managed a limp, exhausted nod in return.
‘There’s a tour around the resort scheduled later this morning,’ Lochlan said, his tone returning to its usual business-like cadence, as
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