Alex dropped the trophy on the reception desk, trying to keep her heartbeat steady.
Willa rushed to her side and whispered, wide-eyed. "Is that who I think it is, or am I just hallucinating from staring at his picture all day?"
"Pull yourself together," Alex muttered through gritted teeth before straightening her blouse and stepping forward with a forced smile.
Anthony stood near the entrance, wearing a sharp coat over his tailored suit, flanked by two bodyguards outside the door like looming statues.
"Mr. Leone. What a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you today?" She asked, tone polite and clipped.
Anthony lowered his facemask, revealing his handsome face.
"Aren't you going to offer me a seat first?" He replied with a raised brow, his smugness in full force.
Alex glanced toward her clustered office and shook her head in dismay. It was a mess.
