Chapter 58

Jenny's POV:

"Who was that?" Tasha asked, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer day.

"Alex," I replied, standing up and smoothing my dress, like a bird preening its feathers. "He wants me to meet him, so see you later."

I boarded a taxi to Grande's Groups, the city lights blurring together like a watercolor painting as we sped through the streets. When I arrived, I saw a woman waiting outside, her face familiar, like a half-remembered melody.

"Mr. Alex sent me to meet you," she said, her voice crisp, like a freshly laundered shirt.

I followed her, my heels clicking on the marble floor, like a metronome marking time. She took me to his office, and I felt a surge of annoyance, like a spark of electricity. Why did he need to send someone to escort me?

As I entered the office, Alex pushed me against the wall, his hands pinning mine, like a vice. His eyes blazed, like a wildfire, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.