Rhaella’s POV

“Mr. Chairman,” the receptionist blurted, quickly standing to her feet. Her polished attitude suddenly fell apart, and I wanted to smirk with satisfaction, but I held it in.

"I asked you a question, Jane," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Since when do you decide who gets sent away and who gets to see me? You know the protocol. You're to call my office, and I decide who I see. Not you.”

She swallowed hard and dropped her gaze to the floor like she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes.

"Come with me."

It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. One look...