Aria
“Who was that that dropped you off?” he demanded.
I closed my eyes for half a second. I didn’t even have the time to settle down and think of how to break it to him. So much for telling him gently.
I sat down. “Adrian—”
“Don’t,” he cut in, stepping fully into the room and shutting the door behind him. “I’ve been calling you since this morning. Then I see you arrive to work in a car that costs more than this entire floor, alongside a private security.”
His eyes searched my face. “Are you in trouble?”
“No,” I said quickly. “I’m safe.”
Why would he take one glance at that car and Victor and assume I was in trouble? I’m sure many of the workers were think I have a sugar daddy.
“Then explain,” he said. “Because this”—he gestured vaguely—“this doesn’t look like ‘I’m fine’.”
I took
