Thalassa shook off her funk and asked curiously, “How?”

“We gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

“But Dr. Funke won’t even give us the time of day,” Thalassa lamented.

“Didn’t Dr. Funke promise Alaric a dinner to sign some contract or something? We can just go with Alaric,” Hertha suggested. “But…”

“No buts about it, leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling her resolve.

The next morning, Hertha made her way to the Falconer Group, striding with determined steps toward the elevator.

No sooner had she reached the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human radar for new faces.

Spotting an unfamiliar one, they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of the company.

Hertha had to pause, but she put on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to chat with him about something.”

“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for flexibility.

an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha

an appointment to meet with our VP. If you don’t have

swallowed her rising temper.

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty that

she needed his help, so she held it in.

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just

her phone, the same one she’d had for three years, Hertha

She wondered

since she’d stumbled upon Alaric and Georgia sharing a bed, leaving the hotel

she cut off all contact with

had been cocooned in

dialing it again after

heart fluttered with uncertainty, not knowing if the call

tone beeped

went

hadn’t changed his number in three years!

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