Sharon arrived at Russell’s penthouse, her heels clicking against the pristine marble floor as the elevator doors slid open. The air was thick with tension even before she knocked on his door. Russell opened it almost immediately, his piercing gaze scanning her face for answers she wasn’t ready to give.
"You’re late," he said curtly, stepping aside to let her in.
Sharon raised an eyebrow, brushing past him. "It’s ten minutes, Russell. Don’t be dramatic."
Russell closed the door with a sharp snap and turned to face her. "I don’t like waiting, Sharon. Especially not for you."
She turned, letting her coat slide off her shoulders and onto the back of a nearby chair. "Well, I’m here now. What’s so important that you dragged me out tonight?"
Russell leaned against the kitchen counter, his a
