In the executive office, Scott lounged in his chair, fingers lazily swiping across his smartphone, a barely noticeable smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
It seemed Briana still had some shred of conscience, actually bothering to check if he'd had his meal.
Glancing at the time and then back at the phone, his fingers paused to massage his temples before he could dial out; a knock interrupted him.
Dropping the phone, he grabbed some paperwork and a pen, his demeanor shifting to a more reserved stance. "Come in."
As the door swung open, Krista's voice floated in. "Mr. Fisher..."
His gaze flickered over, pen pausing mid-air, as a coldness settled over his sharp features. "What are you doing here?"
After Krista relayed her reason for visiting, she added, "Mr. Fisher, everything th
