ODETTE’s POV.

Getting a hold of myself, I walk into the conference room again and now, father is the one talking. I try as much as possible not to glance at Malachi again because I know his fucking gaze are still on me.

Flashing a smile on my face, I sit near Zach and he gently grabs a hold of my hand under the chair, a gesture which makes my lips curl up and from the corner of my eyes, I see Malachi’s face tense up.

“You took too long,” he whispers to me.

“My strap came off”

“Well, ladies and gentlemen” father’s voice reaches my ear again, “we have...