Sienna settled into the chair like the office belonged to her.

"I've been thinking," she began in a soft, syrupy voice. "You always seem to show up wherever Grayson is. I can't help but wonder... are you starting to get confused?"

Kate tilted her head, her expression unchanging. To her, it was like listening to a spoiled child pretending to be grown.

Sienna, however, went on, venom tucked behind every syllable.

"I know how this works. The tension. The glances. Women like you always think they can climb the ladder if they sleep in the right bed. What's the deal? Are you entertaining some little fantasy about becoming Mrs. Maxwell?"

Kate arched a brow, amused. The level of absurdity was borderline offensive.

What burned her from the inside was the urge to spit the truth in her face. She wasn't fantasizing. She was Mrs. Maxwell. By law. By name. By every piece of paper that Sienna could only dream of holding. But she couldn't risk it. If anything went sideways—if Grayson took