“I'd like to see Alistair Windsor, please.”
Victoria stood in the lobby of W Holdings headquarters, her baby bump rounded and visible beneath the white designer dress she wore.
Everything about her screamed expensive.
Pampered and untouchable.
The oversized sunglasses resting on her face and the elegant hat perched neatly on her head made it difficult to tell whether she was dressed that way for fashion...
Or simply to provoke a reaction.
“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked politely.
Victoria rolled her eyes.
The audacity of these minimum-wage workers was honestly getting out of hand.
“Do I need an appointment to see my father-in-law?” she asked, holding out one perfectly manicured hand as she admired her nails, sounding more bored than offended.
Father-in-law?
