Fiona POV
My fingers brush the edge of the glass containing the last traces of Black Ivory beans in the office. I push up onto my toes, trying and failing to reach the container.
“I don’t know whether to be sorry for King Nolan or to see this as an opportunity,” a woman’s voice says from outside the office pantry. I freeze at the mention of King Nolan and find myself holding my breath so I can hear their next words.
“His daughter just got married, and there’s a rumor going around that his ex-wife didn’t even show up,” a different woman’s voice says. She doesn’t sound familiar, but that doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t been here long.
One of them giggles, the sound grating and obnoxious.
“Must mean he’s free for the rest of us to take a shot at. I, for one, would love to see what’s
