7. Alice is Damn Nervous

ALICE RILEY

Is this for real? I questioned myself as I took long and quick strides to the office of Vivian Scott on the fifteenth floor of his Head Office. Kate, his assistant, directed me to his cabin this time instead of the conference room like earlier.

As I neared the door of his office room, I remembered my last visit and all of the stupidity that followed later. How on earth did I think I would never have to face this man again? Fidgeting my fingers nervously, I stood there a moment and started contemplating escape opportunities, which were none, of course.

Taking a moment to pull myself together, I knocked on the non-transparent glass door.

“Come in,” the deep voice of Vivian Scott hit my ears pleasantly.

Using my right-hand fingers, I pushed the door just enough to squeeze my body inside. The scent of premium leather and polished wood filled the air. Dressed in a cream-colored suit, Vivian Scott sat behind the long table, browsing his phone. His soft and silky light bro