Nara POV
The second I pushed open the heavy glass doors of Harrison & Cole, my heels clicked so loud across the marble floor that people turned to look. Good. Let them. I was not here to play hide and seek—I was here to drag the devil himself out of his lair.
Derick. That smug, pretentious, tie-too-tight, fake gentleman of a man who’d been dodging my calls for days. My blood was boiling, and by the time I stormed past the reception desk, I didn’t even bother telling his secretary hello. I slammed straight into his office, no knocking, no apologies.
He was mid-conversation on the phone, but the moment his eyes met mine, he froze. He didn’t even say goodbye—just snapped the phone shut like a guilty teenager getting caught watching something nasty at 3 a.m.
“What the f**k, Nara?” His voi
