Adonis Vivaldi
"Sir, someone is at the reception for you," Joseph reported, peeking his head through the office doors.
"Who?" I asked, looking up from the file I was scanning through.
"She didn't say," he replied, moving the phone closer to his mouth to ask the receptionist. "She said she has a very important proposal for you."
My jaw ticked in annoyance. What happened to following procedures, like speaking to the acquisition team or sending an email?
"The client has to follow due and legal procedures before we can have a personal consultation," I asserted, waving him away with a flick of my hand.
"Tell Miss Yavannah that the CEO—"
My head immediately shot up in surprise at the mention of her name. As if purely on instinct, the words tumbled out of my mouth in haste, cutting him off, "Let her in."
Yavannah.
What was she doing out of the house? She could've gotten hurt, or worse—attacked. It was dangerous.
