Third Person's POV
They exchanged a look, their eyes practically sparking with unspent gossip.
"Look, stay sharp," Tade warned, his face a mask of professional gravity. "The boss's wife has never shown her face here. If she ever does, I want 5-star treatment. No screw-ups. Got it?"
The team nodded in unison. "Copy that, Tade."
"But wait—what does she actually look like?" one of them whispered, unable to help herself.
"To land a guy like Mortimer, she's gotta be a supermodel, right?"
Tade blinked as Seraphina's face flashed in his mind. Supermodel? Please. Put those two in a room together and they look like a power couple straight off the cover of Vogue.
"She's stunning," he muttered. "That's all you need to know."
"Tade, that's useless. 'Pretty' is everywhere in this city," someone
