Chapter 258 A Proposition

• Hannah
• The late afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of my office, casting a warm glow across the mahogany and leather. The pile of papers on my desk was finally dwindling, and it was good timing, too—it was nearly five o’clock and I was itching to take my daughter on a walk through the gardens before the sun went down.
• But as my pen scratched across the paper, I could feel my Beta’s eyes on me.