Yvette tried to stop Hawthorne, but Hans stepped in to block her path.
“Miss Yvette, please, let’s be reasonable.”
Her heels clicked to a halt. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Hans couldn’t exactly spill the truth—that Mr. Everhart and Gwyneth were already married. The couple hadn’t made any public announcement, and as an assistant, he’d sooner lose his job ten times over than leak something like that.
“Use your head,” he said, tapping his temple. While Yvette stood there, stunned and speechless, Hans hurried after Hawthorne.
It took Yvette a few minutes to process what just happened. Then it hit her—Gwyneth must have seduced Hawthorne. That had to be it. Why else would a man like Hawthorne keep someone as troublesome as Gwyneth around the company?
Back at her desk, Gwyneth had barely settled in when Hans came looking for her.
“Ma’am, Mr. Everhart is waiting in the lounge,” he murmured, voice so low it was almost a whisper.
Curious coworkers pricked up their ears, but Hans was too discreet. Gwyneth stood and followed him out.
Inside the lounge, Hawthorne sat fidgeting with an unlit cigarette, his usual composure replaced by anxious energy. As soon as he saw Gwyneth, he pulled her into his arms.
“Are you hurt? Did anyone threaten or trouble you?”
He fired off questions so quickly that Gwyneth finally realized—he must have heard about the accident.
“Leonie told you, didn’t she?”
Who else could it be?
“If she hadn’t, what were you planning to do? She made it sound like someone tried to kidnap you. Did anything happen?”
Gwyneth smiled reassuringly. “Do I look like something happened to me? The guy said he was just messing around. He had me drive the car to the office, then caught a cab and left.”
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