Fiona’s POV
I blow out a deep breath as I take in Ryan Sterling’s office. It’s a sleek and polished room decorated with expensive furniture and portraits of Ryan’s face. To the side, is another room, with its door closed.
Ryan sits on a deep red chair with his feet on top of the desk before him. He has his head thrown back and he watches the roof with a bored expression. Beside him, a stoic man with dark glasses stands with a tablet in his hand. He looks like he could be his assistant however, he wears a strange expression.
He looks me up and down in an almost comical way, his eyes probing as if he can’t figure me out. It takes everything in me not to fidget under that disconcerting stare.
“This day has been remarkably boring.” Ryan sighs. “Alright, who do we have next?”
He says onc
