"Who?" Owen Sawyer asked instinctively.
The moment the word was out, he wanted to bite his tongue off and slap himself hard across the face.
'What a stupid question!'
"It wasn't Miss Thorne who brought it. It was her roommate."
Elliot Sheridan's face darkened several shades more. His predatory gaze could have bored two holes straight through Owen Sawyer.
There was a saying, "Serving a king is like accompanying a tiger." He never used to think much of it.
But ever since Georgia Thorne came into the picture, that saying couldn't be more true.
Owen Sawyer was a competent secretary. Even without his boss's orders, he knew to find out Georgia Thorne's whereabouts at the earliest opportunity.
When he checked, Owen Sawyer nearly fell out of his chair. 'She went abroad?'
Not quite daring to believe it, he asked for confirmation. The person on the other end gave a firm "yes," and a moment later, a file popped into his inbox.
