Patricia’s mind was spinning a mile a minute, worry written all over her face. Did Oliver really see through what she was trying to do? And if he did, had Emerson figured it out too?
Was she just being way too obvious?
If that was the case, she’d definitely need to rethink her approach.
She shot a nervous look at Oliver. He caught her eye, read her tension, and let out a little laugh.
“It’s not that,” he said, almost teasing. “Honestly, I’ve used the same tricks myself.”
“I’ve been down this road before, so I know it well. Trust me, Patricia, it’s a good move.”
Just like that, his reassurance settled her nerves.
“Thank you,” she said, finally able to breathe.
Ever since Patricia had started working at Martin Group, her routine had become almost clockwork. Up at seven thirty, time to get ready, breakfast, then out the door.
This morning, as she headed downstairs, she spotted Sara coming her way, swinging a shopping bag stamped with a fancy logo.
“Aunt Patricia, this is a gift from Uncle Oliver. He brought it back from his business trip.”
“I picked it, he paid for it,” Sara said, grinning as she opened the box. Inside was a rare designer bag Patricia instantly recognized.
“Wait… is this the one—?”
Wasn’t this the exact bag Sara had asked her about a few days ago?
“Pretty, right? Uncle Oliver wanted to get something else, but honestly, men don’t get handbags at all. I insisted on this one.” Sara practically wagged her tail, her big round eyes begging for praise.
She might as well have had “Please tell me I did good” written across her forehead.
Patricia had always thought the Padilla kids all had great looks—she hadn’t met all the older relatives, but these younger ones were definitely top tier.
“It’s beautiful. You really have great taste,” Patricia said, giving her the compliment she wanted.
Sara’s smile was so wide it nearly took over her face.


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