Chapter 72 An Offer To Work With Lord Cyphar

• Alora entered the office complex with cautious steps, clutching a modest brown leather handbag tightly in her right hand. The building’s cold, sleek atmosphere overwhelmed her as she tried to ignore the clacking sound of her heels against the polished tiles.
• Hanson had insisted she dress formally for the meeting with Lord Cyphar—on a Monday morning, no less.
• She wore a navy-blue suit that hugged her figure more tightly than she would’ve liked. The skirt ended just above her knees, revealing more of her slender thighs than she was comfortable with. The accompanying high heels pinched her toes, forcing her to walk with unnatural grace.