Folding For You

Chapter 13: Sabrina

Hanson pulled up smoothly in front of RMG's towering glass structure, the kind of building that made you feel like an ant stepping into a kingdom. I took a deep breath as the door swung open, and there, standing at the entrance, was Suzanne Meyer. Kaleb's assistant.

She looked every bit the part—perfectly polished, with strawberry blonde hair that probably cost a fortune and a tailored skirt suit that screamed expensive taste. I couldn't help but notice she was a few inches taller than me, her heels clicking confidently on the pavement.

As soon as our eyes met, her smile was polite but distant, the kind you wear when you've mastered how to be professional with a dash of charm.

"Welcome to RMG, Ms. Norwood," she said, her voice as smooth as her outfit.

I tried to loosen the formality, forcing a smile. "Please, call me Sabrina."

She nodded, not missing a beat. "Of course, Sabrina. If you'll follow me."

Her tone was still business-like, as if "Sabrina" was another part of the job description. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place, walking beside her as we entered the gleaming lobby. The space was pristine, with marble floors and glass walls designed to make you feel like you had just walked into a different stratosphere.

My heels echoed slightly as I followed Suzanne to the elevator, trying not to overthink how absurdly grand everything felt.

Once inside, I watched the numbers climb as we headed to the 50th floor—Kaleb's domain. The tension in the air was subtle but growing with each floor we passed.

My mind raced, replaying everything I'd been preparing to say, but I had a nagging thought: what if Kaleb asked me about my relationship with Killian?

Damn. The higher we went, the more stressful I felt.

As the elevator doors slid open on Kaleb's floor, I was struck by an immediate wave of sensory overload. The walls were an explosion of colour, entirely at odds with the elegant, marble-laden lobby I'd just walked through.

It was like stepping into a different world that felt more like the lovechild of a Kate Spade boutique and a Vivienne Westwood showroom. Neon lights in pink and yellow screamed "SHOWTIME" from a feature wall, casting a playful glow across the space. It was bold, eccentric, and wildly unexpected.

I blinked, glancing at Suzanne. "Are we on the right floor?" I couldn't hide my confusion.

She just smiled, that same polished expression never faltering. "This way, Sabrina."

I followed her through the kaleidoscope of colours, trying to absorb the sheer audacity of the decor. It wasn't what I had expected, but oddly, it made me feel... something. A sense of excitement bubbled up, like being handed a bright, oversized lollipop as a kid.

We entered Kaleb's office, which was a visual feast. The room was vast, with splashes of colour and creativity everywhere. The kind of space that made you want to smile for no reason at all.

Suzanne gestured to a cosy-looking sofa area, and her voice was as calm as ever. "Kaleb will join you in just a moment. Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?"

"Water, please." My throat felt like sandpaper, the nerves creeping up on me now. Water seemed like the safest choice.

I barely had time to settle into the sofa before I heard the door swing open with a loud, energetic thud.

"Sabrina! Hello!"

I looked up, and my brain did a double-take. Kaleb Kincaid was not at all what I had imagined. After obsessing over Killian, whose physique is a masterpiece of disciplined power wrapped in sleek elegance—I expected something similar.