Noah leaned against the doorframe casually, a teasing grin tugging at his mouth. "What do you mean? My family does own the company Jossy."
Jossy swallowed hard, her palms damp. "You..you know I work here? How?" The question slipped out before she could stop it.
Noah stepped further into the room, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let's just say," he paused for long, unintentionally making her uneasy, " I have my means."
As Noah slid into the empty chair at the far end of the table, the atmosphere in the office shifted. The space wasn't small, but somehow, his presence made it feel cramped, like there wasn't enough air to go around. Jossy's throat tightened. What did this mean? Would Noah mention her being here to Damien? The thought made her chest tighten, and she excused herself politely, rising to pour herself a glass of water. Her fingers trembled slightly as the cold liquid hit the rim of the glass.
George's eyes followed her every move. There was something about Jossy. Yes, she was beautiful, there was no denying that. But there was also an elegance, an unspoken poise, that made it impossible not to notice her. She looked like she had stepped straight out of a beauty magazine, every line of her suit neat, her posture refined, and her presence could be felt, even in silence. But he wasn't the only one noticing. His cousin's gaze lingered too long, too obvious.
George's jaw tightened. He studied Noah watching her and felt a strange uneasiness. This wasn't just a passing glance, not a fleeting crush. The look in Noah's eyes was deeper, like a man in love.