I need your help

"I do know you." His voice sharp as a blade cut off her sentence before she could complete it. 

Arrogant bastard. She thought. But it did nothing to calm the storm she was facing, not in the slightest.

"What I am more interested in is why you are here." He said.

"Mr Michaelson, she claims that she have a 3:30 meeting with you," the receptionist said. Her voice seems to have changed, she was doing all she could to sound sexy and attractive, perhaps trying to get Xavier's attention at all cause, but in reality the sound of her voice was annoying. 

Annette had to stop herself from making a comment.

Xavier gave a silent nod, not looking away from Annette.

"Please, I need your help.. For James."

She finally said it. She could feel the gaze of the receptionist on her as she waited for his reply. The receptionist gave Annette a once over, sizing her up, and Annette gave her a dead stare in return. Annette was a woman who had curves in all the right places. She was provoke to run her hands all over her hips. That is right darling. So mind your fucking business.

"James? What had he done?" Xavier asked while lifting his eyebrows as if to add "this time around" or "now" to end the sentence. 

Her cousin, turning nineteen years likes to get into a lot of trouble and a decade was not a long time to forget about it.

Feeling nervous, Annette started to fidget as she shifted from foot to foot unable to control herself as she took a quick look at the group that enclosed them. 

"I would really appreciate it if this could be done somewhere else, perhaps in a more private place if that is okay with you?"

His expression hardened a little but after a short moment he gave a brief nod.

"Sofia, reschedule my 3:30 for next week. It will do Donovan some good to wait a little.

He addressed the receptionist as he turned, waving for Annette to follow him.

Annette had to fight the fury she felt at the arrogant gesture displayed by Xavier. Simply because he needed his help. She could not get angry now, or display any other feelings about Xavier Michaelson, but to be thankful that he wants to hear what she has to say.

"Yes, Mr Michaelson", the receptionist replied ignoring Annette as they both followed Xavier to the lift. 

"Is there any other matter that requires my attention?" 

Both the receptionist and Xavier spent about two minutes discussing business related matters before he excused himself, stepping to the side to allow Annette board the elevator next to him. 

The receptionist's expression showed astonishment and irritation as she was not asked to join them in the elevator. Annette had to conceal a smile.

So sorry bitch, your journey ends here.

All she wanted to do was stick her tongue out at the receptionist.

Xavier continue his conversation with the men. They were all werewolves, meanwhile, Annette simply stood at the corner of the elevator. She believes that the discussion was regarding pack issues and it had nothing to do with her so she did not pay attention. 

She studied the elevator she was in, and just let every part of this building, the elevator was slick and elegant with mirrors at every corner. She stood at the back of the elevator trying to make herself small as possible. A calming melody played at the background but it did nothing to stop Annette's racing heart, she could feel his gaze on her through the mirror, and she tried not to let it get to her 

The elevator eventually reached it destination and the door slide open. Xavier, ignoring the werewolves around him turned to her with an unreasonable look on his face said to her,

"Come, join me in the office."

And that is exactly what she did, she followed him to his office.