*Liam*
This had been happening for five days in a row. I looked at the clock to see that it was nearing 5:00 p.m.
Flipping through a few pages of the financial reports on my desk, I realized I couldn't focus.
Loral would stop by soon yet again asking for me, and then quickly escape after my Beta told her I was busy or working or on the phone.
Was she so spoiled and immature that she thought this game of hers was funny?
Tossing the paper aside, I told my Beta, “James, you make sure to escort the princess into my office the minute she gets here."
I just needed to ask her what the hell she wanted and tell her to stay away from here unless it was an official matter.
“Surely, Alpha."
I absolutely intended to put her in her place. I was not her playmate and I didn't have time for her
