Betty's POV

The cold winter air wove through my hair. I stood at the entrance of the towering building for a good minute before walking in. He was upset but he wasn't going to kill me.

The doors to the lobby slid open, and my heels clicked on the tiled floors as I continued inside. The main receptionist gave me a glance. She didn’t dare stop me and only made a call probably informing Ivan of my arrival.

I reached for the elevator and pressed the button, it took a while before ...