Talia's makeover
After slamming the door in Nora's face, Talia plopped on the chair and released the breath she was holding.
Ivy was still frozen while mind-linking, so Talia spoke to Lily.
"If that woman doesn't leave, just call security. Damon has no meetings scheduled today, and we don't know who she is. Can anyone come here?"
Lily looked at Talia apologetically. "I can confirm that she is not from the Lightclaw pack. We have a lot of guests in the packhouse, and it seems that she slipped through the cracks. Our security is focusing on keeping uninvited people outside. Considering that all guests are high-ranking members, this kind of behavior is unexpected."
Lily continued flat ironing Talia's hair. "You handled her well, Ms. Talia."
Talia hid her trembling hands in the sleeves of her bathrobe and glanced up at Lily. "Really? To be honest, I didn't expect that someone will show up like that."