Alley cats

My heart dropped into my stomach. “Pierce?”

“His assistant.” She mouthed as she extended the phone to me.

Relief washed over me. “Trevor.” I said in greeting

“Miss Myra. I was hoping Hannah would pass on this message, but I guess it’s my lucky day.” He said flatly. Always with the sass. ”Mr. Blackwood wants me to let you know of an appointment with him tomorrow.”

“I don’t have any.”

“Well you do now. Be in his office by 10 am-and Myra? Let’s try not to get on his nerves by refusing to show up. we both know how he gets.”

The phone went dead in my hand. Trevor was well suited to Pierce.

“Well?” Hannah asked:

“Pierce ‘ordered’ me to show up at his office tomorrow.”

Hannah whistled. “We both knew this was coming. Cutting Pierce Blackwood out of your life is going to be near impossible. He practically owns the studio you’re working in. I won’t be of much help but do you want me to come with you?”

I sighed. “No, it’s fine. it’s not like he’s going to do anything to me