"Absolutely not," Charles said.
"But if I take the security guard, I'll be totally fine."
He glowered at me from behind his desk, looking like a displeased boss and less the sexy Alpha in an apron making a delicious cup of coffee from that morning.
"Matilda is already out there getting some amazing shots," Sally said. "We can team them together for added security. Plus, there are lots more journalists down there from other departments and competitors. One of my own is doing a 'protest chic' story about the fashion people are sporting."
Charles stood up suddenly and walked to the window. Sally and I glanced at each other and waited nervously for him to speak.
"Sally, can you give me and Elena a moment?" he asked.
Sally gave me a wide-eyed look and stood. "Sure. I'll be just outside.
