Alice’s POV
I was halfway through reviewing a contract when my office door burst open, slamming against the wall.
I flinched, my pen slipping from my fingers.
“Alice Smith,” a sharp female voice rang out, dripping with mock amusement. “You really do have some guts.”
A tall blonde woman strode into my office like she owned it. My secretary hurried in behind her, breathless.
“Ma’am, I tried to stop her...."
“It’s fine,” I said, even though my heart was already pounding. “You can go back to work.”
The door clicked shut, leaving the stranger and me alone.
I leaned back slowly, forcing calm into my posture.
“Good day. And who are you?”
She folded her arms, her gaze sweeping over me with open contempt.
“You don’t need to know me. Just stay away from my man.”
Confusion fl
