Taylor’s POV
I sashayed through the hallway of Sterling Winery, surrounded by four bodyguards. I didn’t want to be here in the first place, and the last thing I needed was people gushing over me. I mean, they could, but from a distance.
My bodyguards cleared the path of curious employees as I walked through. I stopped at the reception desk and flashed the bright-eyed lady one of my killer smiles. “Hello—” I stole a quick glance at the name tag on the table, “Valerie. Where’s Asher’s office?”
It took her a moment to come to. She closed her mouth and bowed her head. “I’m sorry. Do you have an appointment?”
“Well, technically, no…”
“I’m afraid you have to have an appointment with Mr. Sterling before you can see him.”
I sighed and folded my arms across my chest. “Do you know who I am, Va
