KAIA'S POV.
I stood in front of Gareth’s office, holding the bag in one hand and the papers in the other. My heart was beating a little too fast, though I didn’t want to admit why. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was something more.
I just remembered, a little too late, that he was supposed to be in a meeting with my father. Talk about an awkward moment.
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, then raised my hand and knocked on the door.
No answer.
I waited a few seconds, then knocked again—this time a bit louder. Still nothing.
My eyebrows pulled together in a frown. I could’ve sworn I heard voices when I was walking down the hall. That was the reason I remembered my father was here with him in the first place. So how come no one's answering?
I leaned in a little, trying to liste
