“Someone is in the reception insisting on talking to you in person. She said you know her, and it’s urgent. You know the drill, Seb. She can’t come unless she has an appointment.” Maybe another stalker or some crazy b***h.
“Not interested. I have some important to do that make me richer so that I can help the world to be a better place. Send her away.”
After a few minutes, Elle calls again.
“Seb, she said she’s Abbygail King. She’d shown identification.” That name alone makes me freeze, and my stupid heart starts to flutter in anticipation.
Wait. What is she doing in my building? Interesting, but she’s the last person I want to see right now. I’m trying to stay away from her. She’s been intoxicating my entire brain. I want her gone because the more I see her, the more I think of her, a
