Magda looked up as the door opened and rose to her feet. Alvar stepped into the room wearing a white button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone, a gold chain peeking out at the opening. He had a jacket and matching trousers on and she knew from the fit, it was custom made. Everything about this man screamed money and power. She felt his gaze raking her from head to toe and didn’t shrink away from it.
“Good girl,” he approved of her outfit and motioned with his hand. “Come. Dinner is ready.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“You don’t get an option, Magda. Please don’t fight with me. Disobedience pisses me off and the last thing I want to do is have to punish you.” He held the door wider, “let’s go.”
“How long was I asleep for?”