Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307

Elsa

I checked my watch nervously as I waited in front of Moonlight Enterprises, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sweat beaded at my hairline despite t cool morning air.

Everything was prepared for Mr. Jones’s arrival-contracts organized, meeting room reserved, refreshments ordered. This deal would strengthen Moonlight position with the Moon Shadow pack, and I wasn’t going to let anything interfere with it.

Mr. Jones’s silver sedan was just pulling up to the curb when I heard someone calling my name. The venomous tone made me wince before I even turned around, my stomach instantly knotting with dread.

“You! I need to talk to you right now!” Emma stormed toward me, her face contorted with rage, her designer heels striking the pavement like weapons.

I maintained my professional composure despite the bile rising in my throat. “I’m sorry, Ms. Watson, but I’m working. I’m about to receive an important client.

“I don’t give a damn!” She grabbed my arm roughly, her nails digging into my flesh. “Come with me. We need to talk.

I pulled my arm free, wincing at the red marks left behind, keeping my voice steady though my pulse raced wildly. “This is highly inappropriate. I have a scheduled meeting that cannot be delayed.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed dangerously, nostrils flaring like a predator’s. “Do you want everyone to know about you and Drake? How would that look to both companies?”

My heart skipped a beat, then pounded painfully against my ribs. Shit. Shit. Shit, refused to show fear, squaring my shoulders. “Ms. Watson, this is neither the time nor-”

“You told him to send me back to work, didn’t you, you bitch?” Emma’s voice rose, drawing attention from passersby. She grabbed my wrist painfully.

twisting until I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “You think you can keep him all to yourself?”

“Let go of me,” I said firmly, blood rushing in my ears, aware that Mr. Jones had now stepped out of his car and was watching the scene untuld with concept.

“Drake and I have been together since high school,” Emma announced loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear, spittle flying from her mouth. We werk each other’s first love. Who do you think you are to come between us?”

People began to gather, whispering and pointing. I felt heat rising to my cheeks, humiliation burning through me as Enuma continued her tirade. God luck dammit, not now, not with Jones watching.

“You’re nothing but a homewrecker!” she spat, her face aches from mine.

Mr. Jones approached cautiously, his eyebrows raised in alarm. “Ms. Hale, should I come back later?” he asked, his expression a mixtur af on an a

discomfort.

Before I could respond, Emma launched into another verbal assault, grabbing the front of my blazer and nearly tooring it. Everyone should jam adat kime of whore you really are!

I’d bad enough. My professional reputation was on the line, and I refused to let this crazy bitch destiny what i’d worked so hard to build. My bands shock with rage, but my voice came our deadly calm.

Security I called to the guards stationed at the building-entrance, my eyes never leaving Emma’s. “Please escort this woman off the premises. She’s disrupting business operations.

Two security guards quickly approacked. Emma struggled against them, her perfectly styled hair coming undone as she thrashed in their grip, still hurling insults. ‘You’re just his assistant before! He’ll throw you away eventually, just like he does with everyone! You fucking Omega trash!

As the guards dragged her away, her heels scraping against the pavement, I turned to Mr. Jones with as much dignity as I could muster, though my heart w still racing and my hands trembled slightly. I sincerely apologize for this disturbance, M. Jones. Shall we proceed inside?

Is every woman who gets involved with Drake Stone destined to become this unhinged? Fuck, what does that say about me?

I watched Mr. Jones’s expression shift from discomfort to calculation as he took in the scene. My heart hammered agarost my ribs, and I could feel heat creeping up my neck. This was a fucking professional nightmare.

‘I sincerely apologize for this disturbance, Mr. Jones,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the tremor I fere in my limbs. “Shall we proceed inside?”

Mr. Jones adjusted his tie, his gaze darting between me and the direction Emma had been taken. “Actually, Ms. Hale, I think you should take some time to handle your… personal matters.” His tone was polite but dismissive. “It wouldn’t be appropriate to sign contracts when you’re clearly distracted by other issues.

My stomach dropped like a stone. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug painful crescents into my palms. “Mr. Jones, I assure you this won t-

“Let’s reschedule,” he interrupted, already turning toward his car. “You take care of your private affairs first. Otherwise, they might affect our business relationship.”

“But the terms we discussed-” My voice sounded desperate even to my own ears.

“Will still be there when you’ve sorted things out,” he finished, offering a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Good day, Ms. Hale.“

I stood frozen as he climbed into his silver sedan and pulled away from the curb. My carefully constructed deal was unraveling before my eyes. I’d spent weeks negotiating those terms, charming Mr. Jones over multiple lunches and calls, only to have it all destroyed by Emma s jealous tantrum.

*Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I hissed under my breath, my face blanching to a ghostly white as the full impact of what just happened hit me.

My face felt numb as I turned to enter the building. The security guard at the desk averted is eyes, pretending he hadn’t witnessed my homibution. I jabbed the elevator button repeatedly, as if my aggression might make it arrive faster. The whispers started as soon as I stepped inside.

“That was Stone’s new assistant, wasn’t it?”

“Did you hear what she called Hale?”

I always wondered how she got this position so quickly…”

I stared straight ahead, my face a carefully composed mask while my insides twisted with rage and shame. I bit the inside at my cheek so bad I can

a text from Joseph requesting my immediate presence in his office. blood. My phone vibrated in say purse

Shit. Just fucking perfect, I muttered, jamming my thumb against the floor batton

The walk down the corridor to the director’s office felt like marching to an execution. I could feel eyes on me on every cubete hear the bushed conversations that stopped when I passed. My stomach churned with ankiety, threatening to emply its meme dordents. My gulnus were sweaties and

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