Page 110 of The Enemy Protector
“No.”
He sat in that room inmybuilding, atmytable. I made it clear he was not allowed.
And my order was ignored.
They honestly think I’m just going to step back and let it happen.
Like hell.
I open a new email and type the memo I sent once before. I copy all seven members, Allie and the building manager. I keep my language professional but there’s zero chance for misinterpretation.
That fucker is not allowed in my building.
I push into the building with Nelson on my heels. He’s muttering something about being careful. Slow down.
I don’t.
I storm into the office, anger radiating off me in powerful waves. I’ve played nice, but I’m done.
My name is not on the door of my office. My father's name is still there.
That changes today.
Allie scrambles into the office. “I’m sorry! I told them you wanted to be here.”
Allie doesn’t have any power here. “Call me next time.”
“You were in class.”
“I don’t care. Call me. And then call security and throw his ass out. Is. That. Clear.”
She bobs her head up and down. “Yes.”
Viktor strolls into my office with a grimace and an envelope.
He looks at Nelson. Nelson crosses his arms across in challenge.
“He’s with me,” I say.
"This came this morning." Viktor nods.
Personal delivery seems a little extra, which tells me it’s important.
I take it. Open it.
That prickly sensation at the base of my spine comes to life. I feel the danger from that one picture.
I flip it over and read the message.
“When did you get this?”
“This morning.”
“Who delivered it?”
Viktor’s eyes flash to Nelson and then back to me. “Courier.”
Both men are waiting for my reaction. Will I be the weak girl and crumble into a crying mess?
