Third Person POV;

Tracy marched up into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She grunted loudly as she stomped around the room, throwing a fit for absolutely no reason.

She had tried working with Aiden some time back but no one had let her. For reasons she could never understand, Damien did not agree to it.

In her fit of rage, she decided to not head to her office like she had planned. No one would question her anyway since she was the boss. Tracy owned a fleet of clothing stores, set up and funded by Damien as always.

She decided it was best she met up with Aleena...