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That was too much.

I continued driving, luckily found another free space not far away, parked and turned off my car.

My hands clenched the steering wheel and a glance in the mirror revealed black veins standing out on my neck and my eyes glowing yellow.

“Hell no...” I muttered and pulled out the key. “You can’t be serious!”

I knew Vivienna Westcode would be here. Her mother was a lawyer, even though she was mostly in Vancouver or Toronto. I had seen her name on the list. But Miles?! When had this donkey signed up for this?!

I took a tense breath and forced myself to let go of the steering wheel.

Emely. You can do this. Get out now and walk past him with your head held high. He's not going to ruin this for you.

I got out, picked up the black briefcase with my documents, tossed my long hair over my shoulder, and straightened my shoulders before stepping onto the sidewalk.

Two male students wearing Vanderwood hoodies and dark green football jackets with white detailing walked past me, eyeing me up, and I knew they recognized me from campus.

When a group of giggling girls walked past me and suddenly stopped talking to stare at me in the same way, I could tell it was because of my outfit.

On campus, I followed Harlow's uniform rules, but here it was up to me how I dressed.

Wanting to make a good impression at the law firm, I had opted for black suit pants, a white blouse, and a black figure-hugging vest. Added to this was a light brown felt coat that also hugged my silhouette nicely.

The high black shoes took some getting used to, but they gave me a confidence boost I hadn't expected to need.

Miles was standing in front of the entrance, both hands in the pockets of his suit pants as if this entitled brat were waiting for me.

Everything about it bothered me because I wanted him to ignore me. But he didn't ignore me. He stared. And the fact that he wasn't grinning anymore threw me off balance for a moment.

His gaze didn't lock with mine, as it usually did, but wandered down my body... slowly... then back up... just as slowly.

My jaw tensed slightly, and as the tingling in my stomach gradually awoke from its well-deserved slumber, I clenched my free hand into a fist.

Of course, Miles noticed and immediately sought my gaze, but I passed him in time and headed for the entrance to the law firm.

“Quite the lawyer, Miss Copeland,” I heard him chuckle softly behind me.

I fought the urge to stop and confront him, instead taking the stairs upstairs and thanking God that the red-haired beast wasn't here.

It would not have surprised me if Miss Harvard had also sucked up to my professor. She would have significantly diminished my self-confidence, and that fact alone sent my mood plummeting.

I tried not to fall as I took the first steps of the stairs and wondered how Vivienna, Amber, and Kelly always managed to walk in those murderous heels without breaking their legs.

When Miles appeared next to me, I was so startled that I almost stumbled to the side, but I managed to grab the railing just in time.

“What are you doing here?!” I hissed without looking at him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he wasn't looking at me either.

“Good morning to you too, little wolf.”

“Your death wish seems to be reaching a new level,” I snorted, angry at the treacherous fluttering in my stomach, which rebelled more and more insistently with every step we took together.

“Aren't you the one entering the law firm of the very family your family despises so deeply?”

Miles sounded relaxed, as always, and I wondered if he was boiling inside just as much as I was. I hoped so. Anything else would be unfair.

“You can't claim ownership of public buildings,” I blurted out.