Chapter Eighty One

Chapter Eighty One.

Anastasia's POV.

"Please, take a seat," says Nicholas, as though he does care for me that much.

On the contrary, I am surprised by how much I am able to hold myself from collapsing at this moment where I am close to them such that I can even smell their cologne, especially Hillary's since he is closer to me.

I maintain my pretense of not intimidated by them, but trust me, I am crumbling on the inside. However, I don't plan on changing anything now. I am here already, and let's get into the business, into my reason for coming here in the first place.

"I have something to discuss." I go straight to the point, to the reason why I have come here in the first place.

I see a fold in Nicholas's forehead. He is confused. And I have also rejected his offer which wanted me to take a seat. I am not here for comfortability.

"And what is that?" Says Hillary, out of the blue. I think Nicholas is still trying to wrap his head around what I want to discuss and again, we've bee