A heavy file landed with a resounding and unmistakable thump on the desk in front of me immediately after it was dropped. As a result of the force, the papers dispersed slightly, with a few sheets falling off the edges.
While I was looking up at Tyler's grandfather, I noticed that his eyes were icy and cruel. My breath stuck in my throat.
After I had just about arrived to the office, I had just enough time to take a seat in the leather chair that was directly across from him before he hurled the file in my direction.
The sharpness of his voice broke through the strained hush that pervaded the room as he issued the command, "Open it."
When I looked into his eyes, I saw no sign of affection; there was no evidence of the man who had smiled for the cameras in the past, pretending to wel
