Page 51 of The Chase
“There’s no signature.” I pushed myself to my feet and walked over to it and picked up the note card. I handed it to her.
“It’s made from luxury paper.” She held it up.
“Adley?”
“All his gifts go through me.” She flipped it over to show me the Japanese symbols. “What does it say?”
“Have no idea.”
“Good morning, ladies,” said Logan, bursting through the door in a flurry of pink Chanel suit and a perfume to match, a soft floral scent contradicting her demeanor.
“Did we have an appointment?” Elena looked worried.
“Brief visit,” said Logan. “Have a matter with Ms. Leighton to discuss.”
“Did Mr. Wilder send that?” asked Elena.
Logan sneered at the plant. “I send these out all the time for Mr. Wilder. Cooper delivered it this morning.”
“It’s lovely,” I said. “Please thank him.”
“Sure.”
“Can I get you a coffee, Logan?” I offered. “Tea?”
“No, thank you.”
“What does this say?” asked Elena, holding up the card.
Logan shrugged it off and handed me the large manila envelope. “Thought we’d get this out of the way, Ms. Leighton.”
From Elena’s expression, Logan had decided to hand deliver the forms herself.
My gaze returned to the bonsai as a rush of excitement flooded over me that it had come from Tobias. Maybe last night hadn’t gone as badly as I’d thought.
Logan peeled open the envelope, withdrew the papers and handed them to me. “Sign here.”
“Perhaps I should get Mr. Adley to look over it first?” I suggested.
She slid a pen my way. “My advice, sign it. We don’t want to unleash...”
“Unleash?” I held Logan’s gaze.
“Hell,” she said. “Mr. Wilder has little patience for noncompliance.”
As I’ve discovered, I almost muttered. “Still, I’d like to get my boss to approve.”
“Zara had fun last night.” Elena widened her eyes playfully. “Not that she’s told us anything.”
“Mr. Wilder seemed happy with everything,” I confirmed.
“We’d love to know the gossip on him,” said Elena with a glint of mischief.
I threw her a wary glance.
Logan scowled at me. “All these years I’ve known him he’s never once wasted his time on anything trivial. He’s possessive of his time.”
I arched a brow and let her follow my gaze over to the bonsai. “I better Google how to take care of it. Looks expensive.”
