Zoe emerged from the restroom, her complexion not looking good. Mason lowered his highball glass, glancing at her. "What's wrong? Are you unwell? I'll tell Mr. Terrence that we're leaving."

Zoe did not refuse.

Mason sent a message to Terrence and then left with Zoe.

Seated in the car, he turned to look at her, a tenderness on his face that had never been there before.

"The project should be in my hands. I owe it to you, Mrs. Lockwood. I never knew you were so capable."

Zoe leaned back ag