"Did you get them?"
Paris stared at the fluffy, white clouds gliding by.
His secretary shook his head. "Someone else did."
The prince widened his gaze at the blue sky. He cleared his throat silently.
"Oh? Why do you think so?"
The secretary sighed and described patiently, "When I arrived at the sewage, the shoes were already on the ground. Stacked up."
Paris was speechless. Who got to them before he did? Is there someone else after Maria?
Those teal eyes grew in horror.
What's that got to do with me?! Damn it!
"I still don't think we should do this, Paris. What if the others find out? If Julie knows, she'll–"
"Julie will never know." The president looked over his shoulder and smiled gallantly. "Because you will never tell."
The secretary stepped forward. "Even if I don't t
