Bree’s POV
Glancing at the clock, I bring my thumbnail to my mouth.
It is after 7:00.
Erica left an hour ago.
Should I go to the penthouse?
I glance at the grey gift bag on my desk.
I guess it would be better to forgive and move on, to be friends again.
Sighing, I turn off my computer.
Grabbing the gift bag, I pull out the key card and take a closer look.
‘Mrs. Whittington’ is engraved in gold on the back of the key card.
I snort and throw the card in my purse and head out, glancing one last time at the new frame on my desk.
It is a short walk to the penthouse, only two blocks away from the office.
When I reach the elevator, I dig in my purse for the key and swipe, the door pinging at once and opening.
Feeling oddly nervous, I step in and hit the P button.
Thinking that
