Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 21

hurrying across the city. But I don’t care.

“Anyone who wishes to see the Alpha President must have an appointment,” the secretary says slowly, as if speaking to a child.

“And I’m afraid he books out quite far, so…”

I slam my hands against the desk, making the receptionist jolt in his chair. “Tell him that Iris is here.”

The receptionist hesitates, but when he sees my furious expression, he complies and dials Arthur’s extension on the phone. To my surprise, he hangs up after a moment and stands.

“Right this way, Miss Iris.”

I follow the receptionist through the sleek halls of Arthur’s office building, trying not to stare. The entire place is gleaming white with floor–to–ceiling windows, frosted glass doors leading into packed conference rooms.

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Chapter 21

The receptionist leads me over a sky bridge with a lobby below, where trickling fountains spray cool mist into the air. This place Is… nice. Really nice.

I always knew that the Alpha President’s headquarters was astonishing, but being here in person is like a slap in the face. While Arthur and I had a nice home before with plenty of space, and he could afford plenty with his family’s wealth, he was still humble.

He always said that even without money and nice things, he would be happy as long as he had m

“No wonder he’s changed,” I think as I follow the receptionist. But then I purse my lips and think, “No, he’s always been like this. He was just a good liar before.”

Before I know it, I’m being ushered into a large, gleaming corner office overlooking the city. Arthur is sitting behind a clean glass

desk, wearing a black suit with his dark hair perfectly swept back. His green eyes flick up when I approach, but to my surprise, he

doesn’t mock me for coming or even mention my slightly haggard appearance.

“Iris,” he says, “to what do I owe the-”

“I know what you did,” I grind out, jabbing my finger in his face. “Seriously, Arthur? You tried to have my artwork removed from Marsiel just because I wouldn’t endorse you and your shrew of a fiancee? Who do you even think you are?”

“The Alpha President of Ordan,” he replies calmly. I suddenly feel stupid for asking, although I’m still pissed. He gestures to the

chair opposite his desk. “Iris, sit.”

“Iris, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“If you didn’t, then who did?” I ask, throwing my hands up in the air. “Because someone ordered the gallery to either remove my work or shut down completely, and I can’t think of anyone but you who would have enough authority to do that.”