"Ms. Moore," she said, her tone formal but not unfriendly. "Thank you for last night."
"No need to thank me," I replied with a polite smile. "I'll go ahead then. See you at the company later."
She nodded, and I left.
At nine o'clock, Sebastian led me, Sawyer, and two senior executives from headquarters through the gates of the branch office.
The building had been brimming with tension since word of the Alpha's inspection arrived. Everyone knew he could appear without warning—and when he did, no one wanted to be caught unprepared.
Amara stood at the entrance, flanked by the branch's top managers.
She was dressed in an ivory suit—sleek, severe.
The cut of it emphasized her long frame, and the crisp collar framed her sharp cheekbones like armor. She looked every inch the perfect lieute
