There is no way I'm mistaking this scent.
She's here! My fated mate is here!
My feet are moving, following the scent, and I'm standing before the conference room door, my hand on the door handle, when one of the lawyers from my team who is outside the room clears his throat.
It takes that small sound to bring me back to reality.
She's here.
I stare blindly at the door.
She's behind this door. But if she's behind this door, then that means…
Is she one of Norman's people?
"Sir, is everything okay?" one of the lawyers asks, and I tighten my jaw, unable to grasp what this emotion is inside me.
"Let's go," I breathe, my hand tightening around the door handle.
Right now, the worst thoughts are flittering through my head, none of them flattering to the woman I thought was mine.
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