“Ah!”
The person inside let out a startled shriek, stumbling back and clutching her chest at the unexpected sight of Anastasia standing right there.
“Ms. Sterling? What are you doing here?”
Anastasia’s lips thinned. It was Crystal.
And at that moment, Crystal’s hair was damp, and she was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel.
Anastasia’s expression turned to ice. “What are *you* doing here?”
“I… I accidentally spilled something on myself, so I was just taking a shower…” Crystal stammered, her face flushing as she bit her lip.
The chill in Anastasia’s eyes didn’t thaw. “I’m asking why you are in this office. Who let you in?” Did Crystal think she was a fool? The Lancaster Group tower was massive; were there no other bathrooms she could have used?
Publicly, this was Harrison’s office, filled with confidential information. It was no place for unauthorized visitors. Privately, Crystal wasn’t even his stepsister. What was a single woman doing in a married man’s private suite?
And—
Anastasia’s gaze fell on the towel wrapped around Crystal. It was clearly one of Harrison’s.
A cold fury rose within her. Gritting her teeth against a wave of disgust, she commanded, “Get out.”
Crystal froze. “Ms. Sterling, are you angry? I’m sorry, I…”
“Change into your clothes and get out. Don’t make me say it again.”


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