As soon as the door closed, muffled through the wood, came Mia''s barely


    suppressed squeal.


    "Oh my gosh! Did you see that? They were holding each other so tight! Mr. Dashiell is totally smitten!"


    Lizetta just stood there, speechless.


    Remington, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease. He even leaned in,


    chuckling softly in her ear.


    Blushing furiously, Lizetta shoved at his chest. "If you don''t let go right now, I''m really going to be mad!"


    He finally released her, obedient for once, and gently helped smooth out the cor of her now slightly rumpled silk blouse.


    "There. I''ve let go. Please don''t be angry, okay? Don''t be angry about anything."


    Lizetta gave up trying to stay annoyed. “I''m not mad, I''m not mad! Now go sit on the couch-I need to let them in."


    Remington''s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. He strode over and settled into the sofa, long legs crossed, all coolposure, as if he hadn''t just been caught making a scene in her arms.


    What an actor, honestly.


    Muttering to herself, Lizetta hurried to open the door for Logan and Mia, who''d been waiting outside.


    She''d just called them over to brief Remington on the project updates.


    Remington was surprisingly approachable with them, asking about event arrangements and listening attentively. He even offered a few new ideas for streamlining the annual conference.


    Just then, Snow walked in, bncing a tray of fresh coffee. She knelt gracefully, swaying her hips a little too deliberately as she ced a cup in front of Remington.


    "Mr. Dashiell, your coffee," she purred, her voice sugary sweet, making Lizetta''s scalp prickle.


    Lizetta shot her a look. Snow''s tailored pencil skirt looked ready to burst at the seams with all her exaggerated movements.


    Remington, however, didn''t even nce at Snow. Instead, he picked up the coffee cup and to everyone'' surprise, set it directly in front of Lizetta.


    At Snow''s flustered warning "Careful, it''s hot, Mr. Dashiell..."-Remington''s response was gentle but dismissive.


    "It''s hot. Best to let it cool a bit," he said to Lizetta, his tone soft.


    Snow bit her lip, cheeks ame. Mia, watching all of this, could practically read the girl''s mind and rolled her eyes.


    "Snow, why don''t you get Mr. Dashiell a fresh coffee?" Mia prompted, not bothering to hide her impatience.


    Jolted from her daydream, Snow


    scrambled to fetch another


    fussing


    as


    over her posture knelt again, this time even


    But as she reached up to hand him the coffee, Mia, clearly out of


    patience, grabbed a cup herseal


    Theichands collided, and the coffee dand spilled allover Show''s froat


    "Ah!" Snow shrieked, jumping to her feet, mortified.


    Mia frowned, standing up as well. "Sorry, you were taking forever. I didn''t see you there I wasn''t trying to."


    Red-faced, Snow shot Mia a re, set the cup down as best she could, and fled the


    room.


    Mia turned, meeting Lizetta''s resigned gaze, and immediately shrank under her look.


    Remington didn''t linger much longer. After a few more questions, he stood to leave.


    Lizetta escorted him out. The moment the elevator doors closed behind them, the entire office erupted into chaos.