With her response, Vera moved slowly around the desk, her heels clicking faintly against the marble floor and each step deliberate.
She stopped a few metres beside Davis, Davis, lounging back in his chair, twirled a pen between his fingers, his sharp eyes trailing her every move with a cold, detached smirk dancing on his lips.
"Miss Louis," he said, his voice smooth and cutting, "if you know clearly, then get yourself out of this office and get the report ready."
Recalling the incident at the Allen family during the dinner, he had no doubt that Vera would be taking up the same act again.
"Davis, I know I have hurt you so much, but I have also paid a terrible price for my actions," she said.
"Price? For your actions?" Davis chuckled darkly, his tone low and sonorous.
It held no mirth but only laced with bitter amusement. The sound rooted Vera to the spot. She stared at him, stunned, as though she was hearing him laugh for the first time.
