Maybe she was too tense, which is why Charlotte Miller completely missed the delicate leather pouch in Atlas Hallow's hand, and didn't notice the faint sweet scent lingering in the air.
Atlas, seemingly nonchalant, tossed the bag of pastries into the trash, and under the light, his half-shadowed face looked as grim and menacing as a demon from Inferno.
Charlotte still didn't sense the danger; she hadn't realized she was already caught in the whirlpool.
It wasn't because she was careless or naively amusing, it's just that men as inscrutable as Atlas had never appeared in her life.
Even someone as skilled in business as Ethan Baird had, for one reason or another, protected her well, allowing her to do what she loved. While playing with massive cash flows and becoming a successful female financier, she had little awareness in matters between men and women, or danger and safety.
In some things, she was top-notch because of her innate wisdom.
