Susan's POV
"Susan," Angel called from behind, her voice carrying an odd mix of excitement and curiosity as she handed me her cell phone. "Look at this picture. Miss Gloria sent it to me!"
"What is it?" I asked as irritation was laced in my tone and I turned toward her. My patience was already wearing thin. I had been calling Gloria relentlessly, desperate to ask her about her plans and how she intended to deal with Claire. But instead of answering, she ignored me completely, hung up on my calls, and even had the audacity to block me. And now she was contacting Angel?
Seriously?
Angel seemed oblivious to my growing frustration as she pointed at the screen. "It's a picture of Mr. Kensington and some woman at his mansion," she said, her tone dripping with curiosity. "I have never seen him with anyone before! How come there is a woman with him—at his mansion of all places?"
