Seraphina's Point Of View
"You don't have to worry yourself about her, Lydia," I said, feeling a cold, hard edge slip into my voice before I could stop it. I shifted the heavy leather tote bag to my other shoulder, the weight suddenly feeling more burdensome than usual. "Remember she's a Corvanni. She's the CEO's sister, after all. The normal rules of employment don't exactly apply to her bloodline."
Lydia's jaw dropped a fraction, her eyes widening with the realization. Then she let out a sharp, knowing breath, nodding quickly as we stepped into the waiting elevator together. "Right. Yeah. You're completely right. Silly of me to even question it."
She pressed the button for the ground floor with more force than necessary. "When your brothers practically own the air we breathe in this building, I guess you can take a few spontaneous personal days without HR breathing down your neck."
