I glanced at the bouquet of flowers and immediately had Felton throw it into the trash.
He looked at me, stunned. I shrugged and said casually, "It's nothing. I just really dislike roses."
But these small details never seemed to stick with Darron.
To him, the only thing that mattered was whether I obeyed, whether I complied. Everything else was irrelevant.
"Should I have him leave?" Felton, ever sharp, asked cautiously.
I shook my head, thinking about the post Tristan had shared earlier. "Let him wait in the office downstairs. Tell that intern, Sandra, to bring him a bottle of water. Just say I'm in a meeting and will be there shortly."
Felton nodded and left to carry out my instructions.
I opened up the surveillance feed for the first-floor office.
"I'm giving you both an
