Page 16 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
Eventually, a doorbell rang. I set the feeding spoon aside and made my way to the door.
“Hello to you too,” Anders hissed, anger brewing in his eyes. Judging by the way he looked at me, I knew it could only spell trouble. “We must talk in private. Join me in my office as soon as you can.”
He walked past me and headed upstairs. I took a heavy breath, preparing myself for what was to come. I shot a glance toward the kitchen. Betty seemed to read the situation and gave a subtle nod.
The door to Anders’ office shut closed behind me. I set my hesitant gaze on him. His facial expression was grave. I knew something must’ve happened. Something serious. “Is everything okay? Is it about your father?” I asked.
“It’s not about my father,” Anders said coldly. “It’s about my brother dearest, what else? He’s onto us again.”
“And whose fault is that? I couldn’t reach you when I needed to.” I couldn’t help but retort.
Anders’ expression darkened, and I knew I shouldn’t have stepped on this ground. He closed the distance between us, looming over me as he held me semi-hostage between the door behind me and his arm. “We need to fix this.” It came out as a low growl, the kind that made my hair stand on its end. “You need to visit me in the office tomorrow. Play the part of the loving fiancée.”
I sighed. I knew I had no choice but to continue playing this game. “Fine, I’ll do it,” I shot back before pushing past him. “But don’t ever corner me like this again.”
Anders clenched his jaw, his head cocking to the side. “We can’t afford any slips, you know that.”
“Then maybe be more reachable.”
Anders seized my elbow, yanking me closer. “Maybe be more convincing that you’re madly in love with me instead of falling into the arms of my brother.”
He released his grip, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. This man was giving me serious anxiety.
“Why’d you tell him it was Callan who shot our father?” he hissed, his eyes still bearing on mine.
“Are you serious?” I squinted. His father was shot, and all he cared about was that I told Shane about it.
Anders didn’t reply, but his eyes kept piercing through me. It gave me chills.
“I was shaken, and you weren’t there,” I explained. “Besides, your father had seen Callan anyway, so what was the point of hiding the truth?”
Anders breathed heavily, rubbing his pulsing temples before regaining his composure. “Callan’s on our side. Don’t forget that. And you.” His teeth gritted. “You better stay away from my brother.”
He rushed out of his office, the door slammed shut behind him. I felt like I was left with a sense of impending doom. No matter what I did, it didn’t seem to be the right choice.
As the morning sun painted the city, I found myself selecting my outfit for my upcoming visit to Vergoossen Enterprises. I had never spent more time digging through my closet than this day. I wore a tailored pure white blazer adorned with delicate pearls and a gold necklace that gracefully hung around my neck. Clean makeup accentuated my features. I let my hair cascade in loose waves, adding a touch of sophistication.
About an hour later, the taxi pulled up in front of the skyscraper of Vergoossen Enterprises. I stepped out of the cab, a flutter of anxiety in my chest. I looked up the building to the very top, my gaze stuck on the company’s sign. A symbol of power and prestige. The emblem of their empire.
I crossed the threshold inside the sleek and modern design of the lobby. My heels clicked rhythmically against the polished floor. I reached the elegant reception desk, smiling softly at a woman behind it. Her rich, dark complexion contrasted her neat white suit. Her curly hair was pulled into a sleek bun.
I read the name on the badge. “Hello, Kat.”
“Welcome to Vergoossen Enterprises Holdings. How can I help you, Miss?”
“I’m here to see Anders Vergoossen. Could you please notify him of my arrival?”
“Do you have an appointment scheduled?”
I nodded.
“Could I please have your name?”
“Melanie Sinclair,” I said, my own words ringing in my ears. It still felt weird to hear myself using this last name. It sat hard on my chest like an unavoidable reminder of a past I’d rather forget.
“Sinclair?”
My heart sank as soon as I heard the familiar, husky voice. Inadvertently, my gaze shifted to the side.
