Irina
The door I stood in front of was smooth and expensive looking, with a shiny chrome handle and silver name plate that read CEO. It was a door that belonged anywhere in corporate America, shielding the upper echelons from the masses. But it wasn’t just any door, and things would change forever once I stepped through it.
What was I doing here? Excitement and guilt swirled inside me.
What would Alec say into my earpiece? No! I would not get an imaginary pep talk from that traitor. I refused to think of Erik either; I owed him an ass-kicking, blood-related or not.
What would the triplets say?
Rurik’s emotionless voice filled my mind. “f**k him, Pulchra. Finish your mission.” Yep, that was the imaginary pep talk I needed. Cold, emotionless, and straight to the point.
Maybe I had
