NORA POV
The question hangs between us.
Neither of us moves.
Davis Rowan remains seated at the head of the conference table, one hand resting beside the open file.
Waiting.
Watching.
Like he already knows silence can reveal more than questions ever could.
The room suddenly feels much smaller than it did a few minutes ago.
Slowly, I lower myself back into the chair.
The silence stretches between us.
Not awkward.
Intentional.
Davis is the first to break it.
“The three years.”
I keep my expression neutral.
“Sir?”
His voice remains even.
Controlled.
“Your answer was incomplete.”
I fold my hands in my lap, forcing myself to stay calm.
“Because the details aren’t relevant to my work.”
A brief silence follows.
“That’s your opinion.”
I hold his gaze.
“It’s also true.”
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