Jeremy had been completely stunned when he walked into the elevator and saw his mentor's mini me standing inside. She stood gracefully and stared straight ahead, completely aloof. Even her attitude was just like his. It was a bit disconcerting.
The woman was beautiful but in the same way that snow was. Serene, sparkling, and cold.
Obviously, he knew this had to be Aaron's daughter—who else would be so similar?—but he had been surprised that she called him out for staring. Most people weren't that direct. Yet another way she and Aaron were similar.
It would have been awkward not to make conversation since they were both stuck in the same elevator but Violet Hale was oddly guarded. Why? She knew who he was; she had to know how much her father trusted him. He wasn't a threat.
He tried to change the subject to soothe her worries. "What brings you to our humble office today?"
