The multimillionaire owner of Athon Luxury leaped for the secretary. Her ebony eyes shined like the night sky with thousands of stars. Dark brown hair swayed behind her back. She left it untied, giving her a youthful look.
Luna held up her arms for a hug.
Eve blocked them halfway. Her hands swerved over Luna's elbows and captured the latter's forearms. A polite smile emerged on her face. "Ms. Athon, greetings. Please take a seat. Sir Hathaway will be right with you."
She gestured towards the waiting area. It had the same gray carpet from their last visit. An L-shaped leather couch covered one side while armchairs occupied the other.
Luna pouted. "Not even a tiny clue?"
"I honestly can't tell either," Eve admitted with a shrug. Her pleasant expression remained, making Luna glower harder. It did little to change the circumstances. Eve also knew that it wasn't anything serious.
She highly doubted that would be enough to dampen Luna's mood.
