Creed’s pov.
“Thalia,” there was nothing pleasant about my voice, but the woman’s lips managed to spread out into a smile and she walked over to me with something akin to enthusiasm in her eyes.
Seated behind her fancy desk, I could almost find it in me to take her seriously… almost. But even the fitted suit and the dignified aura she attempted to carry didn’t hide what she truly was.
The spoiled heiress of a corrupted council member, insufferable, egotistical, arrogant and utterly stupid in reality. It was a miracle that she managed to keep her business afloat with the amount of air floating around in her head.
“Creed! How are-” she started, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak.
“What is this about your family’s involvement with Orlando’s case?” I slammed my palm against the
