Isla pov
“Just go inside, delete the video from his phone, and run back out. You can do this, Isla. You can do this,” I whispered under my breath, my grip tightening around the tray as my hands trembled. My eyes were fixed onto the imposing black door of Alaric’s office, and I swallowed hard.
After a solid two-minute breakdown which mostly consisted of me tugging at my hair and cursing at my own stupidity, I had desperately tried to delete the video from my end. But apparently, once a video is sent, it stays sent.
Seriously, who came up with that ridiculous rule?
Now, my only option was to get into Alaric’s office, somehow get my hands on his phone, and delete the video before he had the chance to see it.
If he hadn’t already.
It was a nearly impossible plan, but I had no choice espe
