The moment the car stopped in front of the glass-covered building, I was already halfway out the door.
The grand lobby of Drake Corporation was busy, white marble floors, gold accents, and a line of staff who immediately straightened the moment they saw me.
"Lady Drake," one of them greeted with a polite bow.
I waved a hand quickly. "Yes, yes, morning, hello."
My heels clicked sharply against the floor as I hurried toward the reception desk. The poor receptionist, who looked like she'd only just taken a sip of her coffee, nearly choked on it when I leaned forward.
"I need to see Lucian," I said, still slightly breathless from the run.
"Of course, my lady," she said at once, eyes wide. She pressed a button on her crystal communicator, though honestly, she didn't need to. And it seemed like everyone in the building knew exactly who I was.
The Lady of the Drake.
Which sounded grand and all, but right now, I felt more like a walking disaster.
