Anna’s fingers tightened around the file.
Adrian stood in the doorway, one hand resting casually against the frame as though he had expected to find her here all along.
Which, judging by the calm certainty in his eyes…
He probably had.
The silence between them stretched.
Anna slowly placed the file on the desk, her mind racing, her heart pounding so loudly she wondered if he could hear it.
“You knew,” she said quietly.
Adrian stepped into the room.
The door closed behind him with a soft, deliberate click.
“I suspected,” he replied.
The distinction did nothing to calm her.
“You ran a background investigation on me.”
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
No apology.
Anna felt anger spark beneath the fear.
“And you still hired me?”
Adrian walked further into the study, unhurried, the predato
