Chapter 15

Whether in large corporations or small businesses, the year-end rush was pure chaos. Though Stella was just a receptionist, the number of visitors she had to handle had more than doubled. She'd been working there for over two weeks, and none of the suspicions she and Max had harbored had come true. Aside from the occasional ache in her feet from standing too long, the job was much easier than her last one. The receptionist who alternated shifts with Stella wasn't much older. When she heard about Stella's pre-employment concerns, she burst out laughing. "You've got quite the imagination! Do you have any idea how many wealthy, gorgeous socialites are dying to marry Mr. Forsyth? I'd be thrilled if he so much as looked my way!" Stella forced an awkward smile, realizing how ridiculous her fears had been. Arthur typically breezed past the front desk, hardly sparing it a glance throughout the day. The most "out of line" thing he'd ever done was ask the receptionist to have someone bring