The air in the office grew thick, heavy with tension. Kate felt the pen creak beneath her grip, her fingers squeezing hard enough to snap it in two.

It wasn't jealousy. Of course it wasn't.

It was indignation. Pure and sharp, like the edge of a blade.

How dare he? How could he walk in there, with his mistress no less, and ask her to handle the legal paperwork to set her free? What kind of twisted game was this?

She was about to speak to unleash every furious thought, when Sienna's phone rang.

"Babe," she sang, glancing at the screen. "It's my manager."

She blew Grayson a kiss and left the room, closing the door behind her.

The second it clicked shut, Kate let go of the pen with a sharp clack and leaned back in her chair.

"I'm not taking this case."

Grayson's brow lifted, his eyes narrowing until they became a dangerous sliver of blue.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me, Mr. Maxwell. I'm not going to help your mistress get divorced."

He let out a low chuckle,