-Ruth's POV
"Frank, it's rude to come into my office without knocking," I snapped, the words as keen as a razor. My gaze flew from the sketches on my desk to the man standing at my door, his lean frame blocking the sun streaming in.
He stepped in anyway, his tone cool but deliberate. “Ruth Park,” he said, dragging out my full name like it was some secret he'd unearthed, “we need to talk.”
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “If it’s work-related, I’m already halfway through the first design. You’ll get it when I’m done.”
Frank didn't buy it. Arms crossed, he leaned against the door frame, his dark eyes boring into mine. "It's not about work. I want to talk about who you really are."
His words sent a chill down my spine, but I refused to show it. "We've been over this," I said, my tone
