Christina's POV
I stood outside his door. Drawing in a breath that felt more like preparation for a firing squad than a conversation, I knocked.
Well, that was it. Point of no return. Unless I suddenly faked my own death in the next five seconds.
The door swung open almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting. There he stood in all his commanding presence, wearing what had to be a custom suit. Not the kind you grab off the rack for job interviews, but the kind that announces "I own the building, the block, and possibly your soul."
Perfect timing. He looked like he was headed out,probably to acquire a small country or make another billion before dinner.
"Well, look who it is. Cinderella coming back for her glass slipper?" His voice was teasing.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It's
