Sarah moved with unhurried steps, her heels barely whispering against the floor as she circled the room like she owned it. Like she owned me.
Her fingers trailed over the edge of my desk, grazing the neat stack of contracts, her smile small and knowing. "You vanish to Spain for weeks," she murmured, almost conversational, "dragging her away as you please, like a doll you can pull off a shelf whenever it suits you. And you think it's fine to pretend?"
I ignored the bait, leaning back in my chair, my voice flat. "Why are you here?"
She didn't answer. Her reflection flickered in the glass wall as she turned, her head tilting with mock innocence. "You ignored my calls Mr. Roman. Even after I warned you the first time. And then I hear— Kael Roman whisking her away again. Tell me…" her eyes sharpened, "what exactly were you up to with Aria this time?"
"It's none of your business."
