Ariel Beckham.
“This is your house.” Noah says as he parks the car.
“Yeah. I need to speak to George.” I unbuckle my seatbelt, push the door open, and step out.
“I’m going with you,” Noah climbs out as well.
“Noah—”
“Don’t even,” he points a finger at me.
I sigh, already knowing there’s no point arguing with him. “Fine. Come on.”
The security guards let me through after frisking Noah for weapons. Just as they finish, Matilda appears, her eyes widen the moment she sees me.
“Ariel?”
I step closer, my shoes clicks against the floor. “Is George in? I need to see him.”
“Um…” She glances behind me at Noah, then back at me. After everything that’s happened, this is the last place anyone would expect to find me.
“Yes, he’s around. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Really.” I say.
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