Lila’s POV
The receptionist’s face was pale, her mouth parting in an awkward attempt at speech. “Miss… Ivy? I thought you—”
I tilted my head slightly, a slow smile curling on my lips. Let her stumble. I enjoyed the power in her hesitation—the brief flicker of uncertainty as she tried to reconcile me with the little b***h who now called herself Ivy.
“Relax,” I said, my tone soft but commanding. “I’m just here to meet your boss. Can you let Ms Ivy know that her twin sister has arrived?”
The receptionist blinked, flustered, but nodded quickly, fingers fumbling across the sleek keyboard as she paged someone through the intercom. I didn’t need to hear her announcement to know where she was sending me.
Aria—wasn’t expecting me at all.
I slipped into the elevator with an air of ca
