“Who is he?” Daniel asked, his voice low but taut, trying to mask the discomfort that was soaring up within his stomach. His eyes slightly moved as he looked at the man Aria had just stood to follow. He bit his lips, forcing a casual smile, though his fingers twitched against the edge of the dinner table.
Aria, she noticed it, the change in his voice. She raised her head a little, folding her arms with an air of defiance. “He’s my secretary. Do you have a problem with that?”
Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned — not with anger, but warning.
Daniel’s back straightened instantly. “No, I don’t,” he said immediately, his tone tight. “But we’re in the middle of dinner. You can’t just walk out like this Aria! ”
"I can't walk out like this!" Aria scoffed, letting out a bitter laugh. “Why
