“Eleanor?” Rickard asked and went towards her, with concern on his face.
Eleanor took a step away instinctively, which he noticed. She couldn’t believe that there was a cunning man behind all his façade.
“What happened, Eleanor?” He asked and she stared at him accusingly.
Taking a deep breath, Eleanor took a step towards the table and held the file in her hands. She held it up in front of him while her eyes held his.
“What is this?” Eleanor shook the file in her hand and his eyes shifted to it. She saw his eyes widening and then he looked at her, shaking his head. What little trust she had left in him was ruined by seeing his face going pale. She had her answer and she needed nothing more than that from him, not anymore.
“I can explain,” he said and extended a hand towards her.
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