~Anne's POV~
Clara glared at me with hateful eyes, ones that I was used to at this point. I already knew she detested me, even before Riccardo and I had anything going on. She was obsessed with Riccardo, and it was clear she still loved him. She definitely scared me, that much I had to admit. People like her were willing to go to the extremes just to get what they wanted, and that scared me about her.
I walked past her gently, hoping Riccardo would outright send her away, but he didn't, probably not to make things appear more suspicious than they already were. Secretaries didn't sleep over at their boss's house, and they definitely didn't dress like they were at the strip club around their boss.
Clara wasn't a child, anyone with a brain would definitely have their suspicions, however she lacked concrete evidence to prove anything, and that was the only reason I was still remotely relaxed.
