Ashley's POV
Within moments of her call, two burly guards step in behind me, as if they had materialized from thin air. Despite myself, I can feel a tingle of fear crawl up my spine and I begin to negotiate once again.
"Just try to understand–"
The girl clicks her tongue out of irritation, then smirks like she has just figured out a brilliant plan.
"If you really do have an appointment, then why don't you call the office, and I'll believe you. Look how simple it is… go on, do it."
I can feel my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.
"I… I don't have the number–"
I haven't even gotten the chance to complete my sentence, when she chuckles loudly and points a finger towards me, dragging it from top to bottom.
"What! What did you say? You don't have a number to call! Then please tell me, how the hell did you make an appointment in the first place if you don't even know what number to call?"
I wince involuntarily; cursing myself for not asking Ethan for his number beforehand. Since the m
