Avah’s POV
I pushed the encounter with Cassandra to the back of my mind, chalking it up to yet another eccentric and entitled client. The rich had their quirks, and if throwing away millions on a dress was one of them, who was I to question it?
The rest of the day passed smoothly. No more drama, no more unnecessary tension. Just business as usual—appointments, fittings, and the occasional whispers of admiration from clients marveling at the exclusivity of our collection.
Before I knew it, 5 PM arrived.
I stretched my arms slightly, glancing at Sally, who was wrapping up some paperwork at the counter.
"Feel like tagging along to Roman’s company?" I asked casually.
She arched a brow. "Roman’s company? You’ve never been there before, have you?"
"Nope. First time."
Sally smirked. "And you want me to come along in case you get lost in billionaire territory?"
I rolled my eyes. "Just hurry up."
She chuckled but grabbed her bag without protest.
As we stepped outside, Marcel was already waiting by the sleek black car, the engine humming softly. He stepped forward to open the door as we approached.
"Good evening, Miss Avah," he greeted smoothly.
I smiled. "Evening, Marcel. We are heading to Roman’s company."
He nodded, shutting the door behind us before moving to the driver’s seat.
The ride was smooth and quiet, the city passing by in a blur of lights and towering buildings. I leaned back against the leather seat, taking a deep breath.
I had been so wrapped up in work that I hadn’t really thought about Roman’s world.
It was still early. If I went home now, I'd just be waiting for him anyway. And after the long day he must have had, he probably wouldn’t be done with work for hours.
I bit my lip, spinning my ring between my fingers. Would it be weird if I just… showed up?
It wasn’t like I needed a reason to visit my own husband. But at the same time, I’d never been to his company before. Roman never mentioned anything about me coming by, and I wasn’t sure if it would seem like trespassing—like I was stepping into a world where I didn’t quite belong.
Would he even want me there?
I sighed.
It was stupid to overthink this. We were married. It was completely normal for a wife to visit her husband at work.
Besides, I had never actually seen what Roman’s world looked like. I had always known he was powerful, but I had no idea what that kind of power truly meant.
Maybe it was time to find out.
When we pulled up, my breath caught slightly.
The building was breathtaking.
A skyscraper, sleek and modern, made of glass and steel, reaching up toward the sky. It towered over everything around it, a bold statement of power and wealth.
Sally let out a low whistle. "Damn. I knew it was huge, but seeing it up close? That’s something else."
Marcel stepped out and opened the door for us. "We’ve arrived, Miss Avah."
I stepped out, tilting my head back to take in the sheer size of the building.
Roman worked here every day.
This was his world.
I smoothed down my dress and squared my shoulders.
Time to step inside.
The moment we stepped inside, the sheer grandeur of the place hit me.
The lobby was vast, lined with polished marble floors and towering glass windows that allowed the evening light to cast long golden streaks across the space. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, glittering like a constellation. Every detail screamed wealth, power, and exclusivity.
People moved with purpose, men in tailored suits, women in sleek designer heels. No one loitered. No one hesitated. They all looked like they belonged.
I swallowed. Did I?
Sally nudged me slightly. “Alright, let’s find Roman.”
I nodded and walked toward the front desk, where two receptionists sat behind a pristine white counter. Both were impeccably dressed, with flawless makeup and cold, assessing eyes.
I cleared my throat. "Good evening. I’m here to see Roman."
One of them, a brunette with sharp cheekbones, barely glanced at me before returning to her computer. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but—"
The other one, a blonde with an annoyingly perfect smirk, let out a soft laugh. "Oh, let me guess. You’re here to ‘see’ him?" She made air quotes with her fingers, and the two exchanged an amused glance.
"Excuse me?" I frowned.
The brunette sighed dramatically and finally looked up, scanning me from head to toe. "Listen, sweetheart, we see girls like you every day. You think just because you put on a nice dress and bat your lashes, you’ll get his attention?"
The blonde leaned in conspiratorially. "He doesn’t even entertain models. What makes you think he’ll waste time on you?"
They both laughed.
A slow, crushing heat spread across my chest.
I wasn’t dressed in a designer suit or dripping in diamonds. I wasn’t carrying a Chanel bag or strutting in Louboutins.
I had just come from work, wearing a simple but elegant outfit. To them, I probably looked like someone hoping to catch Roman’s attention, a desperate woman clinging to the fantasy of being noticed by a billionaire.
They had no idea who I was.
And yet… their words stung.
I clenched my fingers around my bag, fighting the sudden and embarrassing urge to cry.
Not here. Not in front of them.
I forced my voice to stay steady. "I’m not here for his attention. I’m his—"
"His what?" The brunette smirked. "Assistant? One-night stand? Future ex?"
The blonde snickered. "God, this is entertaining. You wouldn’t believe how many try this."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. I had walked into this place excited to see Roman, curious about his world.
Instead, I was being humiliated at the front desk of his own company.