"Wait for me at home!"
The call ended. As Georgia Thorne shopped, she figured he must have cooled off a bit.
To the employees in the meeting room, Elliot Sheridan's return was like an instant leap from the dead of winter to a breezy spring day.
Anyone could tell Elliot Sheridan was in a good mood, and the employees under him relaxed as well.
Georgia Thorne bought quite a few things. As she walked toward Elliot Sheridan's private apartment, she saw a car being stopped at the entrance.
A security guard was standing in front of the car, bent over and seemingly negotiating with the driver.
This residential complex had strict access control. Without an invitation, you weren't allowed in or out as you pleased.
An angry Joanne Donovan got out of the car, jutting out her impressive chest. "Take a good look! I'm Elliot Sheridan's fiancée, and I've been in here before!"
