Zeldric
"Zakharov will be waiting for you at the club at ten," Lagos informs me.
"Alright," I respond without looking at him. I’d rather stay focused on work—that's what I’ve been doing for the past four days. I hear him sigh, and I can’t help but glance up.
"Is there a problem?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"That’s exactly what I want to ask. You’ve been acting strange to me ever since you got back from Mexico. Did I do something wrong?"
I take a deep breath and rest my elbows on the table, keeping my gaze locked on his.
"I don’t like how much attention you’ve been giving Jenkins. I asked you to keep an eye on her while I was away, and I think you took your task a little too seriously."
He frowns, looking confused.
"I don’t understand what you mean. She was here the whole time. I ne
