I'm glad Cole agreed to my plan; he was hesitant at first, but I asked him to trust me, and he eventually did.
Now that I'm home, I've just arrived and am leaving the parking lot.
As I entered the house, a maid approached me.
"Good day, Ms. Alpha. Bryce wants to see you in his office," she announced.
Bryce? He's home?
"Okay, I'll drop my bag in my room and head there." I tried to walk away, but the maid blocked my path.
"I'm sorry, but he wants to see you now," she insisted. "I'll take your bag to your room." She retrieved it and left.
What's going on? Why does Bryce need me? And why is he even home?
I walked to his office and knocked; his deep, gruff voice ushered me in.
"I just got home..." I began, but stopped when I saw a pile of files on his table.
Does he want me to organize the files again? Is that why he called me?
"Sit down," he ordered, not sparing me a glance, so I took a seat.
"Why did you go to the station?" He groaned, his eyes fixed on his work.
