Amethyst's POV
It's been a few days since that creep, Devon Shaw, came to my office. The memories of that encounter still linger uncomfortably in my mind.
Since then, he has been calling the number I gave him consistently, and it's starting to get under my skin. When I refer to 'the number I gave him,' I mean it's a number that I don’t typically use. This is not a contact number I share freely; it’s usually reserved for people I’m not genuinely interested in talking to. It acts like a dummy number, if I might say so. Let him have his fun trying to reach me there—he’s wasting his time.
"Alice, I'm logging out early for the afternoon. I have some personal business to attend to," I told my assistant, Alice, as I handed her some of my completed paperwork.
"Okay, Miss Wright," she replie
