I get on my toes to peek at the computer screen. It’s as black as night.
Is Lydia on a break?
My eyes move to the heavy-looking wood door behind the desk where I’m certain my target is hiding.
What to do? What to do?
My inner wisdom speaks out.“Patience, Mikki.”
As I pace the space, waiting for someone to show up, I run the possible scenarios of how things are about to go down in my head, and choose to eliminate the one where I get escorted out of the building by the police like a common criminal.
I got this.
Well, I hope I do.
We’ll soon find out.
Another minute goes by.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
Dammit.
Where is Lydia?
I’m about to run out of patience, when the wooden door behind her desk opens.
It’s about time.
A tall man emerges.
“I want answers and I want them today, Slate,” a deep, commanding voice from inside the office says.
“I’m on it, Phoenix,” the man standing at the door says.
King Kong Tycoon is in his office.
I was worried my timing might’ve been off. After all, Phoenix could’ve been trapped in an endless meeting or worse, absent from the office.
The man I now know as Slate senses my presence and shifts his attention to me. His arresting, piercing eyes meet mine. They’re the clearest arctic blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
Wow.
The man is stunning.
His stylish dark-brown hair, his pristine, perfectly cut dark-gray suit, and his gorgeous shoes, scream power.
He’s far more handsome than I remember from the photos I perused through on the way here. Then again, my focus wasn’t on the König men’s hotness meter, but rather, their profiles.
I should’ve paid more attention.
When I meet his eyes again, I snap back to the moment.
This isn’t the time to get sidetracked by good looks. You’re on a mission.
