Eira's POV
We passed the huge lobby and then turned to one massive double door. The door had a stylish nameplate: President - Roman Ashridge.
There was a reception area outside, but no one was present behind the desk. As Rafe said, this floor wasn't allowed for anyone unless it was necessary.
"Why keep the reception desk here when no one's gonna use it?" I commented.
"It adds to the perfect office setup," Rafe commented. "And sometimes it's used when there are important meetings Roman has with others. His personal assistant sits here."
"Personal assistant?" I raised a brow and thought, 'A shewolf?'
Rafe had already pushed open the door even before announcing it.
I entered the office, only to see a handsome man busy with his work, on a call with someone and at the same time working on files and the big computer screen on that massively stylish desk of his.
