Sylvia's POV
An hour later, Davidson and I stood outside John's office suite. The assistant who had blown off Davidson earlier now scrambled to accommodate us, his entire demeanor transformed at my presence.
"Ms. Frost! We had no idea you were coming personally! Please, please come in—Mr. Sinclair will see you right away!"
I raised an eyebrow at his pathetic ass-kissing but said nothing as we were ushered into John's private office.
John himself rose from behind his desk, all smiles and false warmth. "Ms. Frost! What an unexpected pleasure. I do apologize for not greeting you properly."
I kept my expression stone-cold, despite the wolf inside me wanting to bare her teeth. This man was playing games, and I needed to understand the board before making my move.
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