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AUTHOR'S POV:

Candace stood at the door of Tristan's office for a couple of minutes, seemingly hesitating to knock. But after a moment, she knocked gently on the mahogany door.

"It's me, Alpha," she called out to him, and after she heard him tell her to enter, she opened the door and entered.

Probably because it was late, the lights in his office were dimmer, so she couldn't see what his expression looked like clearly from where she stood. But she could tell he was staring at her, so she quickly walked up to him.

"Why are you still here?" His voice sounded displeased and quite reasonably so since it was no secret that he didn't like any of his employees staying over at the office late in the night.

It was already daring enough for her to ask him what she was about to say, but she just didn't like what he did. As she stood in front of him now, however, she was beginning to have cold feet.

"Secretary Williams," Tristan called, his voice descending even lower when she didn't speak.

Canda