Lyanna
The next morning, I'm at Louis's office waiting for his arrival. I was told he was the one who took the documents to Mr. Grayson. If he was the one who did it, then surely he had a part in this.
I tap my foot impatiently on the floor, waiting for his arrival. It's been thirty minutes past the hour of eight, and he still hasn't shown up.
Finally, I see him coming towards his office. He is reading something from his phone, and smiling at it.
How I want to wipe that smug look off his face.
"Mr. Montclair," I call out, and he raises his head.
His face contorts as soon as he sees me coming. He sighs deeply, shoving his phone into his pocket.
"What do you want?" He groans.
"I see you have some kind of contention with me? You framed me, right?"
He grimaces, giving me a strange look, "I don't have all the time in the world okay? It's either you go straight to the point, or you get out."
