Nova pushed open the study door with a confidence that surprised even her. Gone was the nervousness that had gnawed at her these past few hours. As of now, she was all business. Bentley sat at the head of the desk, surrounded by files, a frustrated frown etched onto his face. Franco, his assistant, sat opposite him, the air buzzing with unspoken tension.
"Bentley," Nova announced, her voice firm. "I need to borrow your phone for a quick call, please."
A beat of silence followed. Bentley's gaze, sharp and assessing, locked onto hers. There was no warmth in his expression, but surprisingly, no outburst either.
Nova, determined not to crumble under his stare, continued. "I apologize for interrupting," she said quickly, hoping to defuse the situation. "You don't have to worry about anythi
