Victoria walked steadily toward the heir's office, her footsteps echoing softly down the polished corridor. When she reached the wooden door, she knocked twice. A voice from within soon invited her in.
The moment she stepped inside, her eyes landed on Darius, who was seated elegantly on a sleek leather sofa. His posture was relaxed, almost regal, exuding the quiet dominance he was known for.
Earlier, before making her way here, Victoria had tucked a pepper spray, an electric shock device, and a slim dagger carefully beneath her clothes.
He's the only one here? she thought, her gaze narrowing. What does he want from me?
"You're finally here," Darius said, his tone smooth and slightly amused. "But what's with the hair change?" He tilted his head, examining her closely. "Anyway, stop staring at me like that. Come and take a seat."
His voice pulled her from the whirlpool of thoughts swirling in her mind.
