Twenty-Three

Jasmine's POV.

I headed into the lobby of the high-rise building with a boss' smile on my face. It was a smart move on Blackwood's part as I wasn't expecting this at all.

"I need to see your manager." I spoke to the receptionist who looked younger than I was, probably just out of college trying to find her footing in the corporate world.

This was one of Donovan's alias companies. He refused to make it public because he was trying to run away from the cops. Ever since I knew this, I took it as my duty to come see what I could find and change the narrative.

"Good morning ma. May I know your name?" She inquired with a wide smile on her face and I rolled my eyes, not necessarily being in the mood for any form of pleasantries.

"You know who I am. Mrs Blackwood. I just got married last week and was in the face of a lot of magazines." I thought however I smiled at her. "Mrs Blackwood." I answered in a cool tone which didn't fit what I wanted to say.

If she knew what I was here for, she