Chapter 69

My hand is so trembling that it slips over the fabric around Hunter's arm, and I have to hold on to him with my own nails, taking us away from the views of Crow and his young companion.

This is not a good start.

Although Crow is the last on my list of possible co-workers, even if I have no interest in your company in the cosmetics segment, it is not good to give up a possible alliance.

Perhaps on the day he gives his arm to cheer and understand that, despite being a woman and a few years younger than many men who intend to reach the edge of my professional success, I have no illusion that I can stay on top without the right friendships.

"Can we leave now? “Hunter asks.

I tilt my head to the side, frowning my eyebrows.

“We just arrived, Hunt.”

"That's why I want to go back home," he curls his lips. "The more time I spend among these people, the worse I feel.”

And I understand. Because the cause that motivates the existence of Hunter is conside