The office fell silent the moment I stepped in. Standing before the receptionist’s desk, I felt countless eyes on me, whispers already spreading.
"Good afternoon,Miss. How can I help you?" she asked, her voice smooth but hesitant.
"I’m here to see Mr. James Parker"
Gasps followed.
"Wait… could she be his wife?" someone murmured.
Before the receptionist could react, a deep voice cut through the air.
"Fancy meeting you here, darling."
I turned James stood there, smirking.
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