Diana stood outside Ian's company, staring at his company.
This was new.
They usually met at his penthouse to avoid risk. What if someone who knew her saw her?
What was he even thinking of asking him to come to his company? Although it was four p.m and his workers had gone home, so it was probably just him left in the company.
She doubted anyone was having a night shift, otherwise, he wouldn't ask her to come to his company.
She took a deep breath and walked over to the glass door of the company.
Diana stepped inside, made her way to the escalator and proceeded to the second floor. She beelined for his office and when she arrived, she grabbed the door handle, pushing the door open.
"Ian—"
Her words died in her throat, her body coming to a stop as her eyes fell on the woman, who was leaned beside Ian where he sat at his office leather chair, stamping the documents on his desk.
