SERENA’S POV

The door to my office swung open with a force that caught me off guard, and the next thing I saw was Bianca was striding over to my table like a runway model. She was hard to miss in her tight red dress, expertly applied makeup, and heels that added at least 4 inches to her height.

I arched an eyebrow, unable to suppress a note of annoyance. "Bianca, couldn't you have knocked? There's a thing called courtesy, you know."

Bianca tossed her hair back, a haughty smirk on her lips. "Courtesy? Who needs that when you're the daughter of a Ramirez? I can do as I please."...