THE BOSS I HATED TO LOVE
Inside the office, Zoe took a deep breath and rested her hands on her belly.
“Mommy won’t let anyone shake us,” she murmured to the baby. “We’re stronger than that.”
At lunchtime, Zoe left the company with a new employee—a chatty, energetic young woman who had started that week. As they walked along the busy sidewalk, Zoe rummaged through her bag—probably for her phone or sunglasses—distracted.
Across the street, Arthur waited beside his car. He looked elegant, a bouquet of delicate, vibrant flowers resting on his lap. He wore a light dress shirt, his hair neatly styled, his gaze fixed on the building entrance. When he spotted Zoe, his face lit up.