Arabella Toussaint:
I didn’t know how I was managing any of this so calmly. Maybe keeping my hands busy was easier than thinking about the Lycans who could walk through those doors at any moment. My friends unfortunately weren’t handling it well.
I smoothed a hand over my pencil skirt and pushed my braid over my shoulder before turning my attention to the delivery guy.
"We’re missing three cartons of cream and two bags of coffee beans. Check the order again." I handed the invoice back to him and congratulated myself silently when I noticed my hands weren’t shivering.
"That’s everything they loaded." He shrugged carelessly.
I smiled and pushed the invoice toward him. "I’m not signing for things I haven’t received. Ask the warehouse people to check what they didn’t load."
Behind me, Toby was arguing with a customer who thought we’d made her coffee wrong. Tessa was busy staring at the menu card and didn’t hear when Toby called her name several times.
My friends were disturbed. They weren’t taking it well, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
***
I returned to my office and closed the door behind me, grateful for the few minutes of silence.
The computer screen was still displaying the café’s inventory sheet from this morning. I sat down and checked the pending deliveries one last time, making a note beside the coffee-bean order that hadn’t arrived in full. If I was really leaving today, I didn’t want Maya opening the file the next day and wondering what the hell I’d done with the accounts.
I had just forwarded the updated sheet to her email when the door opened, and Maya stepped inside.
"Did you think of anything?" She stopped across from my desk, searching my face hopefully. "Did you change your mind?"
I shook my head and returned my gaze to the computer. Maya released a frustrated breath. "Ara, you can’t seriously—"
The door suddenly flew open, and Chloe rushed inside, almost stumbling over her own feet. "Aria... ma’am..."
I immediately straightened. Chloe’s face had lost most of its color, and she kept glancing over her shoulder.
"What happened, Chloe?" For some reason, my heart started racing inside my chest.
"There are some men downstairs, dressed in suits." She struggled to catch her breath. "I ... I offered them table f... fifteen, but they didn’t even sit down. One of them just asked, Where is Miss Arabella Toussaint?"
My fingers went still over the keyboard. Maya, who had been standing a few feet away, gasped.
Goddess. He was here.
"I told them that no Arabella works here," Chloe continued hurriedly. "But they wouldn’t leave. They just kept looking around and—"
"It’s okay, Chloe." She gave me a puzzled look. I saved the file, closed it, and calmly pushed my chair back. "I’m coming. Don’t worry."
"Miss Aria, who are they?"
I glanced at Maya before giving Chloe a reassuring smile. "I’ll handle it." I had barely risen from my chair when the office door opened again.
Three fucking years, and there he was.
Well. So much for how are you?
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