ZOE
If being the hidden wife of Nikolai Fortes was already the equivalent of an emotional kick to the soul, going to work that morning promised to be an ambush from hell. I was going through the day's emails when I saw a silhouette approaching the executive area with the confident stride of someone who believes the world owes them favors.
The first thing I noticed was the scent of Chanel No. 9 perfume, accompanied by the sound of stiletto heels impatiently hitting the floor, and the face of someone who doesn't know what a “good morning” is. In short, it was someone in a foul mood.
Magnolia.
The viper with false eyelashes was strutting directly towards my desk as if the floor belonged to her. Ariana, from her cubicle, shot me a look that said, "Run, or she’ll bite."
"I need to see Niko
