Hetty coldly pushed him away, wagging her finger. "Not at all."
"Then why were you in such a hurry to leave? You didn't come all the way to the company just to thank me, did you? After all, we have plenty of time together in private."
She had to admit that she did have other motives for coming to Vortex Group today, including checking in on Alvar.
"I came to tell you not to look for me tonight. I've got a party to go to."
"Whose party?"
"Why should I tell you?" Hetty shot back as she headed towards her car.
Before she could reach it, she found herself suddenly lifted off the ground—Alvar had thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
She smacked his solid back, protesting, "Alvar! Put me down! We're right outside your company. What if someone sees us?"
Alvar gave her a play
