ELYSE NYX BELHAM.
Elyse went straight for Belham Inc after her unnerving meeting with Krastov. His demands had unsettled her, but what was more daunting was the decision she'd made as she drove back. Krastov wasn't to be crossed. But neither was Laurent. However, the latter had it coming. She might as well do Reagan a favour.
As she approached her office, her heels clicked loudly against the marbled ties. Her personal assistant, Emilie ran after her.
“Ma'am there's someone—” she began to say, but Elyse had sensed it first. She pushed her office door open, and there he was, lounging against her desk in the most nonchalant manner.
Atlas.
The audacity of this man!
How did he get here?
“I'm sorry, ma'am. I tried to—” Emilie began to apologize.
How did he even get past her securit
