Celine's heart was pounding, no matter how hard she tried to curb it, the nerves rushed down her spine and she closed her eyes to take in a deep breath. She stood at the door of Tristan's office for a while before finally knocking. A deep voice came a second after,
"Come in."
Celine schooled her expression, keeping indifference in her eyes where her true emotions weren't revealed at all then she pushed open the door and strode into the office.
"Mr Grayson." She nodded in greeting, standing right in front of his desk.
She felt his deep hazel eyes stare at her in scrutiny once more, his gaze travelled the length of her height and she was doing everything she could not to melt under his stare, but she could not avert her eyes, for if she did, it would confirm that she was feeling awkward and had something to hide, that would give away the act she planned to pull of pretending to not remember him.
