Alaia
"Alaia, Mr. Darius is here and has asked to see you," Ignacio said through the intercom. I stopped paying attention to my laptop and frowned; it was usually my father who communicated everything related to Darius.
"Let him in," I said, returning my gaze to the document on the screen.
"Good morning," he greeted them as he entered.
"Good morning," I responded, turning my chair towards the door. "How can I help you?" I asked, feeling curious.
"I won't beat around the bush, Alaia. As you know, I've seen the children several times since I arrived in Los Angeles," he said, approaching me.
I nodded in acknowledgment.
"I want you to allow me to visit them at home," he said, and his request caught me by surprise. "I feel it's better to see them in a familiar environment like I did whi
