Page 10 of The Lycan King's Secret Child

Amelia: "Always."

She made her way to the elevator, descending to the lobby where the receptionist, Clara, gave her a cheerful wave.

Clara: "Heading out early?"

Amelia: "Just chasing a lead."

Clara: "Good luck!"

Outside, the city was alive with midday hustle. Amelia hailed a cab and directed the driver to the address of Drakov Industries.

The cab pulled up in front of a sleek, towering skyscraper made of steel and glass. The building exuded power and modernity.

Inside the grand lobby, she approached the front desk where a poised receptionist greeted her.

Receptionist: "Welcome to Drakov Industries. How may I assist you?"

Amelia: "Hi, I'm Amelia Hart from the Silvercrest Times. I was hoping to speak with someone from Mr. Drakov's public relations team."

Receptionist: Maintaining a polite smile "Do you have an appointment?"

Amelia: "Unfortunately, I don't. But if someone is available, it would only take a few minutes."

Receptionist: "Let me check. Please wait a moment."

As the receptionist made a phone call, Amelia glanced around the lobby. Security cameras were discreetly positioned, and well-dressed employees moved with purpose.

Her attention was drawn to a man standing near the elevators—tall, with dark hair slicked back, and eyes that seemed to assess everything at once. He noticed her gaze and gave a curt nod before stepping into an elevator.

Receptionist: "I'm sorry, but our PR representatives are all in meetings today. I can take your contact information and have someone reach out to you."

Amelia: Handing over her business card "Thank you. I'd appreciate that."

Receptionist: "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"

Amelia: "Actually, is Mr. Drakov in today?"

Receptionist: Her smile tightened slightly "I'm not at liberty to disclose Mr. Drakov's schedule."

Amelia: Nodding "Of course. Thanks for your help."

As she exited the building, her phone buzzed with a call from Sophie.

Amelia: "Hey, Soph."

Sophie: "Got a minute?"

Amelia: "For you, always. What's up?"

Sophie: "I've been digging around about Drakov, like you asked. Found some interesting tidbits."

Amelia: Excited "Tell me everything."

Sophie: "Not over the phone. Meet me at the cafe on Fifth?"

Amelia: "On my way."

She walked the few blocks to their favorite spot, a cozy cafe with outdoor seating. Sophie was already at a table, a folder in hand.

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