Chapter X

After sorting some things out at her company on Tuesday morning, Ariana took a cab to her father's office. She stepped out of the public cab dressed in professional attire suitable for an executive meeting. Her make-up was neutral and her curly hair was left to hand down her back and soft curls.

The wind was quite strong that day and not wanting to mess up her hair, she hurried into the lobby.

She swiped her keycard at the front desk before walking over to the private elevator. When she walked to her father's office she found it empty. Her father's personal assistant, Frederick, notified her that he was waiting for her in the private conference room downstairs.

"Is he in a meeting?" Ariana dropped her Birkin on the couch of her father's office and turned towards the man who had stood at her father's side loyally.

"He didn't say," Frederick shook his head. "He just told me to inform you of his whereabouts when you arrived."

"Thanks Fred."

Lea