“You told me Hannah moved to Chicago to get away from your hours at the company.”

“She did,” I said flatly.

“Then why did her old apartment manager call my office line yesterday asking for a forwarding address in Corktown?”

I turned my back on her and faced the winter storm pounding the glass outer wall.

“That’s none of your business, Paige.”

She let out a short breath and left, her heels clicking on the marble tile down the executive hall toward the elevators.

I went into my private office and locked the heavy oak door behind me.