"Back at the lion's den again, were we?"
The moment Allen Morgan stepped into the luxury suite, the voice of Olga Finlan drifted across the room like a lazy summer breeze. She was draped across the velvet sofa with an utter lack of decorum, her long legs kicked up over the armrest as she balanced a bowl of fruit on her stomach. Her eyes remained fixed on the television, but the slight pout on her lips betrayed her feigned indifference.
"I went," Allen replied simply, not bothering to offer a complicated defense. He hung his jacket on the mahogany rack, the weight of the morning’s confrontation with the the Frances family still lingering like a dull ache in his shoulders.
Olga sat up abruptly, her eyes narrowing as she studied his face. The playful glint was gone, replaced by a sharp, pr
