Chapter 13

When the elevator stops, I almost run for it in relief, but Charlotte stops me in my tracks, "You are Kathryn Strongheart's daughter, right?"

Fuck. I am frozen in the spot. The elevator door closes. I swallow, absolute dread building in my throat.

"What?" I ask, turning around to look at her face.

Charlotte's features are what I would call severe. She can't be older than thirty. Her brown hair is always pulled tight in a bun at the base of her neck, and her high cheekbones give her a kind of haughty, typical judgmental look.

"Your last name. It is Dimitri. We only knew one Dimitri around here." She says with a brow raise.

Fuck. Of course, my mother's marriage to Linc was not some secret thing. Considering how extroverted she was. How obsessed with social standing.

She permeated his life and tried to be the new billionaire wife by going above and beyond in his circle. She attended every single corporate dinner on his arm. She introduced herself as Kathryn