BE MY OBSESSION

CHAPTER 9

•SHELBY•

The following day commenced with its usual flurry of activity. Meetings, seminars, luncheons, visits to the new hotel construction site, and a one-on-one contract signing with a new client filled my schedule. As the day progressed, I found myself increasingly on edge, anxiously scanning the room whenever someone entered and fixating on the elevator's every opening.

It bothered me that I kept expecting him to appear. Since he had become a partner, I knew he could drop by for work-related matters anytime. The mere thought irritated me to no end.

Lost in these frustrating musings about William, I was abruptly brought back to reality by Adam's voice.

"Miss Falcon?" he called, and I immediately turned my attention to him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"The YSL company has requested another batch of our Falcon cosmetics to be delivered to their Los Angeles branch before the month's end," he repeated.

I nodded, refocusing on the documents in front of me. "Have you contacted our legal team? They need to send me the verification document before we can proceed with the product transfer."

Adam swiftly confirmed that he had done so, handing me a slip of paper from his folder. I perused its contents, then grabbed a pen and signed at the bottom.

"You need to send this back to them immediately for verification. Once that's done, we can begin preparing the orders requested by YSL."

"Yes, ma'am," Adam replied dutifully.

"Oh, before I forget," he added, "Mr. Foster called earlier and asked if you have some free time this week to go out for drinks. What should I tell him?"

A smile played on my lips. Michael Foster had been a long-time acquaintance, someone I enjoyed spending time with on casual outings and occasional nights at his place. Though we kept things low-key and casual, I valued our unique friendship too much to label it as a simple "friends with benefits" arrangement.

Michael was funny, charismatic, intelligent, and undeniably handsome. As the sole heir to one of the world's wealthiest companies, he possessed all the qualities a woman could desire, serving as a reminder for me to maintain high standards.

Since Michael rarely made the request to meet up—our busy schedules being the main reason—I seized the opportunity. I turned to Adam, who patiently awaited my response, and smiled.

"Clear my afternoon schedule for Thursday from 3 p.m., and book the VIP lounge at Velvet. Call him and let him know we'll meet there on Thursday at 8:30 p.m."

Adam diligently noted down the details in his notebook, giving me a brief nod before gathering the remaining folders from my desk.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside, drawing our attention. As our office had glass walls, we could easily observe the situation unfolding. More specifically, we could identify who emerged from the elevator.

A group of suited men carrying large boxes stepped out of the elevator, passing by my office door and proceeding down the adjacent hallway. Adam and I exchanged puzzled glances, both wondering what was happening.

"What's going on?" I asked Adam, seeking an explanation, but he simply shrugged in response.

"I don't know."

I stood up, determined to investigate the situation myself and headed outside the room.

Who were those men, and what were they doing here?