Sylvia’s POV
I couldn't believe my eyes when I caught that glimpse earlier. But seriously, how could I mistake someone like Caesar? With those striking features and commanding presence, he's hardly forgettable.
My mind raced as I made my way to the conference room on the fifteenth floor. Maybe I was seeing things—my wolf senses had been suppressed for so long that sometimes they played tricks on me.
The elevator doors slid open, and I lifted my gaze only to collide with a pair of familiar intense eyes. My breath caught in my throat.
There he stood in the center of the crowd—Caesar Conrad—draped in a perfectly tailored black suit that only emphasized his powerful build and regal bearing. The way he looked at me sent a flutter through my chest.
"What are you doing here?" I m
