Charlotte’s POV
I knocked on Kieran’s study door at seven o’clock sharp the next day.
I had spent the better part of the afternoon dreading this moment. The report was tucked under my arm in a folder. It had everything Nora had done today in it, everything, right down to what she ate and what she wore and what times she went to the bathroom.
It felt like he was not only punishing me, but punishing her with this surveillance. But Kieran had asked for detail, and I had given him detail, because the last thing I needed right now was to give him another reason to find a problem with me.
“Come in,” his voice called out a moment later.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
He was seated behind his desk, suit jacket off, the sleeves of his white button down rolled to the elbows. He didn’t l
