Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 22

But it was all just an illusion, wasn’t it? And now, this coffee tastes a lot more bitter than I remember, and his curl is gone and his face is always perfectly shaven and perfectly emotionless.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up to see Arthur returning.

“It was Selina,” he says, his voice low and rough. “And Caleb.”

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Chapter 22

Iris & Arthur

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“Who is Caleb?”

Arthur sighs.

“He’s Selina’s brother.” he says sinkin

brother,” he says, sinking down into his chair. He looks more we

weary than he did a little while ago.

I’m not surprised by that tidbit of information, though. Whoever Caleb is, he sounds as if he’s certainly in a position of power. If

not in title, then at least in influence, being Arthur’s fiancee’s brother and all.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it,” Arthur suddenly says with a wave of his hand. “You don’t need to do anything.”

It seems like he’s dismissing me, so I rise from my seat. Arthur’s green eyes follow me. But then he says, “Just so you know, it

may take some time.”

“How much time?”

“A few days, at least,” Arthur replies. “Caleb isn’t just Selina’s brother–he’s the supreme judge of Ordan.”

I furrow my brow, considering. The supreme court of Ordan basically has more authority in the law than even the Alpha

President. I find myself wondering for a moment how Arthur came to get engaged to the sister of the judge, but I quickly stop

myself.

With a curt nod, I simply say, “I trust you to handle it properly.”

I don’t wait for a response. I turn on my heel and leave, and once I’m back on the crowded city street, I pull out my phone and send a quick email to the gallery curator to inform her of the news. Once I’m finished, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

Well, at least one good thing has come out of this. With the gallery shut down until this is handled, I won’t have too much to do

I’m still in shock that Iris came to my office to confront me. It’s already enough that I just found out that Iris is the up and

coming artist “Flora‘ who Selina wanted to endorse us, and now this.

True to my word, I go straight to Caleb’s office to speak with him. It’s an effort to contain my anger as I stride into the space.

Caleb, as the supreme judge of Ordan, technically has more administrative power than the Alpha President. Every law set in

years ago as a way to keep the Alpha President from becoming a tyrant.

“Caleb, this is ridiculous and you know it,” I say, my knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of his mahogany desk so hard. “Selina can’t just have you shut down a whole art gallery–one of the pillars of our community, mind you–because she got pissed at an artist.”