Ivy
The elevator door was just opened when I saw the very familiar Audi parked in the lobby. No. Freaking. Way. I walked out, feeling like I was being controlled, and saw Lucius’ car. What’s he doing here? However, instead of the man coming out, Desmond instead jumped out. With his cold smile – his signature one, “Good morning, Miss Phoenix,” he greeted me.
“Morning,” I automatically did. He headed to my door and opened it. This time, the back door. Okay, this was confusing. “Why are you here?” I asked.
“Because Mr. Godiva told me to?” That’s it? Because his boss asked him to?
“But I never asked him.”
“He doesn’t need to.” Excuse me? “Hop in, Miss Phoenix. Or you’ll be late,” he encouraged me. Not that I would too. I still had time but I listened and pushed myself inside the car. Desm
