Rhaella’s POV
“Mr. Chairman,” the receptionist blurted, quickly standing to her feet. Her polished attitude suddenly fell apart, and I wanted to smirk with satisfaction, but I held it in.
"I asked you a question, Jane," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Since when do you decide who gets sent away and who gets to see me? You know the protocol. You're to call my office, and I decide who I see. Not you.”
She swallowed hard and dropped her gaze to the floor like she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes.
"Come with me."
It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. One look at the receptionist's furious stare snapped me out of it, and I nearly stumbled over my feet trying to catch up to him. He walked through a luxurious waiting room until we reached a glass elevator.
The elevator was
