Ava looked around the office, which was as big as Dylan's. Soft, plush leather sofas lined one wall, flanked by tall shelves filled with neatly arranged folders and business books. The walls were adorned with large oil paintings.
Her eyes wandered to the massive mahogany desk at the center, polished to a high shine. A sleek, brand-new laptop sat on top, alongside a meticulously arranged pen stand filled with elegant pens.
Everything looked perfect: the office she had always desired for herself.
She moved toward the desk, her fingertips lightly trailing along the cool, smooth surface of the table. As she sat down in the high-backed leather chair, she couldn't shake the creeping suspicion that had taken root in her mind.
"Why is he being so generous to me all of a sudden?" she mumbled skeptically. "Something is fishy."
