“Let me in!”
A commotion erupted outside.
Briony set the agreement down on her desk and had just stood up to investigate when the office door burst open.
Fiona Clarke rushed inside.
Behind her, Hannah Lane was being held back by Carl Shaw.
Briony frowned. “What’s going on?”
“Briony, they’re completely out of line! I told them they couldn’t come in, but they barged in anyway,” Hannah protested.
Carl stepped forward and nodded politely to Briony. “Ma’am, please forgive the intrusion. Mr. Wentworth asked me to bring Mrs. Clarke here to apologize to you in person.”
An apology from Fiona?
What on earth was Stewart playing at?
Carl glanced at Fiona, his tone a reminder. “Mrs. Clarke, Mr. Wentworth said you have five minutes.”
Fiona’s expression shifted at that.
Facing Briony, she looked awkward, as if the words tasted bitter. “I was wrong before. I’m sorry.”
Briony arched an eyebrow. She had no use for Fiona’s insincere apology.
“No need to force yourself, Mrs. Clarke. But be warned—if you come here and disturb me again, I’ll call the police every single time.”
“You—”
Carl coughed sharply.
Fiona shot him a resentful look but, after a moment’s hesitation, clenched her jaw.
“I really am here to apologize!” she blurted out, then suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Briony.
“I messed up, I shouldn’t have hit you before. Ms. Kensington, please forgive me!”
Briony stared at Fiona in surprise.
Someone as arrogant as Fiona—kneeling to her?
Briony looked up at Carl. “Whatever her reasons for apologizing, this is nothing but harassment to me. It means nothing.”
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