Chapter 30

Genevieve POV

I had never sat idle in my adult life.

Yet here I was, planted in a stiff leather chair outside a glass-walled conference room, under harsh fluorescent lights, waiting for auditors to finish “reviewing sensitive documentation.”

A receptionist had offered me a polite smile and asked me to wait. I had inclined my head, lowered myself gracefully into the chair, and smoothed my skirt—an actress mastering her minor indignity.

I smoothed my skirt once, then again, before realizing there was not a wrinkle left to fix.

Forty-seven minutes later, the door clicked open. Three auditors spilled out, laptops and thick binders in hand. The lead auditor, Graham Steele—a thin-faced man with alert eyes—paused when he spotted me.

“Miss Frost.”

I rose. “How did it go?”

Graham swallowed. I noticed the flicker in his gaze.

“We’ll need to reconvene tomorrow morning.”

“Certainly.” I kept my tone even.

“The