Kirsten didn’t linger a moment longer than necessary.
As soon as she snapped the photo, she was gone.
When she returned to the conference hall, Danielle was still busy, darting between conversations and managing the endless details.
Kirsten sidled up to her, voice low and teasing. “I think I know who the woman behind Alexander is. Want to hear?”
Danielle paused, her hands stilling mid-task. She looked up at Kirsten, arching a brow. “And how did you find out?”
Kirsten grinned. “I tailed them, obviously. Know your enemy, right? That’s how you win every battle.”
She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery before thrusting the screen in Danielle’s direction. “This woman—do you know her?”
Danielle stared at the photo. The woman’s face was completely unfamiliar.
“Alexander was practically hanging on her every word,” Kirsten whispered. “It’s nothing like how he acts with Millie. With this woman, he looked completely henpecked. I’ve never seen him like that.”
Alexander was always so reserved—cool, almost aloof. With Millie, he’d bend over backwards to help her, but always in that detached, matter-of-fact way.
But with this new woman? He was different. Really different.
As the two talked, the doors swung open and Alexander strode in.
Nathan entered right behind him.
The resemblance between the brothers was striking enough that more than one head turned in confusion. People had expected icy rivalry, not for the pair to show up together, side by side, looking every bit the united front.
They didn’t look anything like the rumors made them out to be.
Kirsten raised an eyebrow, barely suppressing surprise. “Wow. They really do look alike.”
It was as if something suddenly clicked in her mind. She turned sharply to Danielle. “Dani, do you actually like Alexander—the emotionally unavailable robot—or are you just using him as a stand-in for Nathan? He used to spoil you rotten, you know.”
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