Chapter fifteen

The elevator chimed and she bolted towards the front door. Sarah was not at her desk and she wondered where she went.

Just as she got outside, Ivy's Porsche stopped in front of her. She was about to grab the handle when she heard her name from behind. It was Alan and he looked confused.

“Miss Cameron?” he called out but she hurriedly got in afraid he'll try to stop her.

“Drive!” Ivy ordered the driver and he sped off.

Angela glanced back and saw Alan watching them, he stood for some seconds, then he brought out his phone probably to inform Tristan of what he just witnessed.

She let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding since as they drove further away from the office then she turned to Ivy who was glaring at her.

“What? I came didn't I?” she asked

“You're fucking Tristan?” Ivy questioned.

It was more of a statement awaiting confirmation than a question.

Angela's knuckles turned white with rage

“The only thing between us right now is that I fix your reputation. My per