Ariel's POV
Neither of us uttered a single word.
We stood there speechless, allowing the silence to stretch for so long.
After a few moments trying to get a hold of myself, I walked in, set my bag on the table, pulled out the chair at the head of the table, and sat down.
Henderson's son might have been all charming and sweet last night, but today he might have come for a different reason.
This was my office, my conference room, and my company after all, and I was not going to stand in the doorway like a woman who had been caught off guard.
Although that was exactly what had happened.
With grace, he sat across from me, our eyes locked on each other.
"Malcolm Henderson," he cleared his throat, finally breaking the silence.
"Ariel Hayes," I responded, no smile.
He didn't respond imm
