Sienna stepped out of the elevator, a wave of expensive perfume trailing in her wake. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble, echoing through the high-ceilinged floor with impatience.

She was heading straight for Grayson's office when she spotted the boy.

He was standing in the middle of the hallway, tiny and still, staring up at everything around him like he'd never been inside a corporate building before.

Of course, in her world, no child had any business being in a place like this.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice like frost.

Oliver turned toward her, calm and unbothered. His mother had taught him never to let mean adults scare him. And this woman was definitely a mean adult.

"I'm here to see my dad," he replied coolly, almost bored.

Sienna arched a perfect brow, eyes dripping with disdain.

"Your dad? Here? Kid, you're in the wrong place. Try the janitor's closet or maybe the café. I'm sure he's either cleaning the floors or fetching s