Asher’s pov.
Ivy slides into my office and shuts the door behind her with a grim look on her face.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Lady Donnatella is here and she insists on seeing you,” Ivy hisses under her breath.
I let my eyes drift shut and consider what reasons Donnatella would have to visit me, as expected I come up short and my eyes fly open.
“Let her in,” I say, much to Ivy’s shock.
“Ash-” she starts, clearly ready to talk me out of this. But I’m feeling quite chaotic today, so why the f**k not?
“Let her in…” I repeat, I make it known by my tone that I am deathly serious.
Ivy clamps her mouth shut and turns away, I watch her slip out the door and shut it firmly behind her. I count to four under my breath and before the last letter can even slip out of my mouth, Donnatella comes barre
