Adrian
I was halfway through wrapping up the call with Kelly when my assistant knocked on the door, her voice tense. “Dr. Adrian, there’s…a situation outside.”
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Can it wait? I’m—” I said, pulling my phone away from my mouth.
“It’s a celebrity,” she blurted out, her tone a mix of panic and frustration. “He’s throwing a tantrum”
I raised an eyebrow. “A celebrity?” I repeated, surprised. “And this is my problem because…?”
She looked visibly uncomfortable.
“He’s demanding to see you. He won’t leave.”
What the hell gives him the right.
Hanging up the phone, I stormed out of my office, fury building with every step. I wasn’t in the mood to babysit someone’s ego, celebrity or not. I pushed open the doors to the lobby, ready to put whoever it was
