In the afternoon, Daisy finished her work for the day, sent Elena Raven's schedule for tomorrow to her email, and then called Edward Stephens to ask if he had time to join her for dinner.
The man replied rather reservedly, "Sure."
A few minutes later, he sent another message, "Just downstairs of your company, hurry up."
Sitting in her office chair, she turned her head and glanced down, and sure enough, saw the man's black Bentley parked at the entrance, unaware of when it had arrived.
It was rush hour, and at the entrance of Royal Entertainment, employees were coming and going. The silver Bentley emblem always drew a few lingering glances.
Sometimes Daisy thought that she might be too ostentatious with her "affair" recently.
Too unconcealed.
