Amelia
I watched him closely as his jaw tightened, then relaxed, over and over again. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, his eyes stayed on my face, studying me, as if he was trying to read something I wasn’t saying out loud. The silence stretched before he finally spoke.
“And what exactly would the agenda be?” he asked calmly.
I cleared my throat and straightened my back, forcing myself to sit upright. “My company,” I began. “Nothing has changed in the three weeks since we got married. Things are actually getting worse.” I paused, then continued, “I received reports that some workers have started resigning. My parents won’t stop calling me about it. They are already on my neck.”
He let out a soft chuckle and smirked, clearly amused by my frustration.
“What did I tell you on the da
