Anya paused as if she noticed Harper and his secretary just now. However, she didn't act surprised or frightened. She wasn't courteous either.
How could she forget he was the man who turned her sweet home upside down?
She had bought a house with her hard-earned money. She and her son had made it home.
It was just the beginning. He toppled the car she was in, he hired snipers to kill her. He was a threat to her family.
How could she be polite with such a man?
Even if she wasn't an officer but old Anya Owen, she would have detested the man. Right now, she just looked distant without showing her real emotions on her face.
She checked the time on her wristwatch hearing the secretary as if she was wondering if she could make time for them. Well, she had no time and no intention to talk to Harper Johnson.
