There had been eagerness in her eyes—and hope that her husband might finally see her.
But now...
"What do we do now?" Felix asked.
"This is a Vance subsidiary. There's a billion-dollar export contract on the line."
Right. So they were helping whether she liked it or not.
To keep the two of them from fighting while still getting things done, Felix stepped in as mediator.
"Molly, this is the perfect chance to spend time with him—let him really get to know you."
Molly finished replying to a work message before answering. "Save that chance for someone else."
Felix's jaw dropped. He leaned closer, pushing harder. "Walking away now would be such a waste. You haven't even slept with him yet, and he's gorgeous."
Molly nodded. "Gorgeous." Her best friend had described Miles the same way. He really was a beautiful man.
"Felix, let me ask you something. If you saw a perfect apple covered in someone else's saliva, would you still take a bite?"
Felix fell silent.
So... she was calling his brother dirty.
Before he could say anything else, Molly's assistant pushed through the door. "Ms. Harding, we've borrowed everyone we could. They've already started working."
"Good. I'll go check on them." She headed for the door, but the assistant added, "Everyone's saying Sibyl Edwards is here."
Molly's steps faltered. She turned back to Felix with a smile. "As long as he stays, I'll definitely seize this 'perfect chance.'"
Felix was speechless.
Why was Sibyl showing up now to stir things up?
At the office building entrance, Molly ran into Miles, who was about to leave.
"Something important came up. I'll have Felix stay and help you."
Molly gave him a tight smile. "Sure."
Felix grabbed Miles before he could walk off, shooting him a meaningful look. "Didn't you just say this is a Vance subsidiary with a billion-dollar contract on the line? Nothing's more urgent or important than this right now, right?"
She didn't wait for Miles's answer. She walked away, because she already knew what it would be.
Anything involving Sibyl was always important.
She, Molly Harding, would never be important—and would never be chosen.
She was grateful she hadn't let Felix's talk of "the perfect chance" get her hopes up. Otherwise, how badly would her face be stinging right now?
Miles didn't get home until well past midnight.