— Alexander POV —
Walking up the steps to Durfort Inc.'s offices I hit the glass door, making me put my hand on my forehead.
"That's odd," I mumbled to myself as my bodyguards stifled a laugh before I snapped my gaze to him and glared. He quickly ran up in an attempt to open the door for me.
I held my hand out, stopping him, I was more than capable of opening doors for myself.
"What the hell is going on?" I whispered as I noticed a crowd gathering.
"It seems like the commotion is coming from over there," Taylor said as he pointed toward where the crowd thickened.
"Don't think you're suck an important bitch," I heard a shrill voice say.
I knew that voice because I hated it.
"The banshee," I hissed, making Taylor raise his eyebrow.
