Asher’s POV
“Why are we here again?” Michael asked, his voice slicing through the silence. I rolled my eyes and let out a sharp sigh.
“I’ve already told you,” I said, my tone clipped and cold. “We’re here to talk to an old friend of my dad’s. He has the answers I’m looking for.”
Michael raised a brow. “Alright then, but—”
“Michael.” My voice cut through him like a blade, laced with irritation. “Enough with the questions.”
“Alright! Jeez.” He lifted his hands in surrender, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’ll keep shut.” He never took my anger seriously. To him, it was just another tantrum.
We stood in silence, waiting as the security guard finally stepped out.
“Sir won’t be accepting any visitors,” the guard said flatly.
And that’s when I felt it—the edge snapping.
“You do know who
