I was sitting in my office finishing off some work for Alaric, when I heard shouting coming from the corridors. I knew exactly who it was. Klaus.
"ASHLEY!" he screamed. I made my way out of the office in a hurry. Klaus was throwing all of Stefan's and Damon's photos of the 1920s and throwing it at the wall, shattering the frames.
"ENOUGH!" I shouted at him. He sped to me and pinned me to the wall.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked in a scarliy calm voice. I flipped him over.
"Tell you what?" I shot back. luckily, I heard Alaric coming towards the situation.
"That the triplets are mine," he spat at me.
Alaric then walked up. "Is there a problem here Mrs Salvatore?" he asked me.
"Yes, it seems Mr Mikaelson has ruined some of these lovely photos, send the cleaner to clean this up while me and you have a convosation with Mr Mikaelson," I said as I let go of Klaus.
Alaric nodded his head in response.
I walked into my office with Klaus following behind.
How does he know? The question kept on running around in my head.
...To be continued...
