Claire pulled out her phone and added Shay as a friend.
Her smile carried a soft warmth, like a breeze on a spring day. Her beauty was intense, the kind that turns heads instantly, but her calm and graceful vibe made her feel somehow approachable. It was a weird kind of charm—deceptively gentle. Only people who truly knew her understood the quiet chill beneath the surface.
“Your profile pic looks just like you—drop-dead gorgeous,” Shay said, clearly smitten, totally forgetting that Julian was still standing there.
“Thanks,” Claire replied, accepting the compliment without hesitation.
Shay was about to keep chatting when a chill voice cut in, sharp enough to send shivers: “Manager Reese, are you that free?”
Shay flinched hard.
You’d have to be blind not to catch the anno
