Ruby’s POV
My heart skipped a beat when I saw her, her expression as severe as ever. I hadn’t seen her since the day at the clinic. Seeing her now, here, at my workplace, made my stomach twist with disgust and anger.
“Mrs Sinclair,” I managed to say, the anger in me boiling over. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
She rolled her eyes, entering my office totally uninvited, not even bothering with pleasantries. “We need to talk. NOW!” She demanded.
I glanced around the office, suddenly feeling exposed. Many of the workers were right outside my office, separated by a thin wall. The last thing I needed was for them to overhear whatever this was about. “I’m at work,” I said, trying to keep my tone professional. “If this is about Dominic—”
“This isn’t about Dominic,” she snapped, interr
