Nadia stood before the towering doors of the executive suite, her heart hammering a frantic rhythmagainst her ribs. She raised a trembling hand to knock, but before her knuckles could graze thewood, a deep, resonant voice vibrated through the grain. 

"Come in, Nadia." 

She froze. 

The CCTV. 

He had been watching her hesitate. 

She pushed the door open, the scent of his cold Alpha-power hitting her. Conrad was seated behindhis desk, his silhouette framed by the sprawling glass window. He didn't look up fromthe tablet inhishand. 

Nadia stepped into the room, her legs feeling like they would melt. She instinctively clasped her handstogether in front of her, squeezing tight to...