The receptionist's expression became carefully neutral. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ashford, but Ms. Horton doesn't see anyone without an appointment—"
"Call her," I interrupted. "Tell her Vincent is here and needs to speak with her. She'll see me."
The receptionist looked uncertain but picked up her phone and made a quiet call.
I stood there, my jaw clenched, waiting.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only two minutes, the receptionist hung up and looked at me with surprise.
"Ms. Horton will see you," she said. "But not in her office. She asked that you meet her outside. She'll be down in five minutes."
Outside? She wouldn't even let me into her building. Who the hell does she think she is?
Fine. I'd talk to her wherever she wanted.
I waited near the entrance, pacing, trying t
