#Chapter 8- Minutes and Proposals

Fiona POV My fingers brush the edge of the glass containing the last traces of Black Ivory beans in the office. I push up onto my toes, trying and failing to reach the container. “I don’t know whether to be sorry for King Nolan or to see this as an opportunity,” a woman’s voice says from outside the office pantry. I freeze at the mention of King Nolan and find myself holding my breath so I can hear their next words. “His daughter just got married, and there’s a rumor going around that his ex-wife didn’t even show up,” a different woman’s voice says. She doesn’t sound familiar, but that doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t been here long. One of them giggles, the sound grating and obnoxious. “Must mean he’s free for the rest of us to take a shot at. I, for one, would love to see what’s underneath that fitted suit,” the first woman says with an exaggerated hum. “As if. He’s always working and doesn’t take time to form connections. That’s why his ex-wife left him,” the second