_Zarelle’s POV_
The moment Constance left, Elsa walked in.
She collapsed into the chair across from my desk with a dramatic sigh that could have won her an award. “I changed the dinner meeting to a morning one, specifically to avoid having to spend more time than necessary with that creep. But he just doesn’t know when to give up.”
“She looks exhausted,” Mirelle observed with concern.
I looked up from my laptop screen, giving my friend my full attention. “Rafe giving you trouble again?”
“Not exactly trouble, but he’s persistent. I had to have lunch with him afterward.” She rubbed her temples. “But I got what I wanted out of him, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.”
Elsa sat up straighter, her expression shifting to business mode. “Apparently, Duncan Enterprise is in
