Logan descended the staircase, adjusting his cufflinks, his suit crisp and his face set in that classic CEO expression… all sharp focus and calm authority. He paused when he saw the scene unfolding near the door.
Martha Kingsley stood in full mall commander mode. Dressed to impress in a cream blazer, oversized sunglasses pushed up onto her sleek bob, she looked like she was leading a red carpet invasion instead of a retail therapy session.
And a few feet away, Hannah leaned against the wall, scrolling her phone.
The Kingsley mansion buzzed with unexpected energy that morning… not from a high-stakes deal or political tension, but something rarer… a girls only shopping mission.
Jean stood by the door, her expression caught between amusement and mild panic. Dressed casually in a blush-toned blouse and jeans, she clutched her handbag like a shield.
