Catherine’s POV
This couldn't be, right?
There was absolutely no way in hell that I just saw him in there, right?
I was definitely seeing things now, right?
Those were the forms of questions that swirled in my head as I trekked back to my office.
But then again, I could still smell his woody cologne on myself which meant that I had truly seen the bastard in flesh and blood.
I had never thought I would be saying this soon, but Mr Thomas was right.
Coming back to America was the worst decision that I ever made.
Well, with the exception of marrying Alessandro.
I should have just told the director that I couldn't do it, but my good heart had gotten in the way.
Fuck, what was I supposed to do now?
As I pressed my back against the wall of my office, another thought resonated in my he
