NINA'S POV
Like a dog with a bone, my mother blew my phone up by 5am.
Like a spineless b***h, I'm dressed in loose-fitting grey pants and a suit over a tight corset by 9am on a windy Tuesday.
I tilt my head to the clouds, marveling at the architecture of the building.
He's not only cocky, he also has excellent taste. I hustle up the short flight of stairs, wincing as the corset digs deeper into my ribs.
I need this tightness. This pain to distract me from the butterflies sloshing around in my gut.
I push the double doors open. Wind billows in, drawing a few curious glances my way.
I keep my head down and walk over to the reception. A woman in a slick bun and rosy lips offers a smile.
“Welcome to CrossPoint Capital. How can I help you today?”
“I have an appointment with Mr
