_Rowena’s POV_
The Ebonmoon Pack’s company building sat in the financial district along with others. There were two companies owned by Ebonmoon Pack. This one was the biggest. And it was my first time coming here.
There were clean lines, dark glass, the kind of architecture that communicated authority without trying too hard and although I haven’t been inside, I’d driven past it many times. Walking into it was different.
The receptionist at the front desk looked up when I came through the doors and her expression shifted immediately as she recognized me. I was everywhere at this point. My face and name.
On all news channel and magazines.
“Marchioness Ashthorne,” she bowed. “You’re expected.”
I nodded as she reached for the phone before I had finished nodding.
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