The room fell into a heavy silence after Lira stormed out, with her heels clicking sharply down the hallway until the sound faded away.
Leo stood frozen, his chest was tightening with guilt and helplessness. He had wanted to stop her, to explain that he hadn’t known this was the type of project Harold had set up. But it was too late, she was gone.
“You’ve done a good job,” he said to the director, his tone was smooth, as if he was congratulating him on a successful business deal rather than a betrayal.
He cleared his throat, as if nothing serious had just happened. Then he walked over to the chair Lira had just left and sat down, looking relaxed.
Leo’s jaw tightened. He turned to the director, but the man wouldn’t even lift his gaze.
Then Harold turned toward Leo, smirking.
“It seem
