Hidden Secrets
Stefan's POV:
I was standing in a corner of the dimly lit backstage area, my hands in my pockets. My assistant silently accompanied me as I watched the scene.
The woman walked away, her head held high. She should have exuded a quiet confidence, but I’d noticed how her eyes had narrowed during her conversation with that man. I had witnessed the tense set of her shoulders, and the clipped edge of her voice.
And I had also seen how the man reacted.
His face twisted in something dark — anger, hatred, perhaps even fear.
I watched him stand there briefly, his fists clenched by his sides. Then, just as he lost sight of her, he let out an exasperated breath and murmured to himself.
“You think you can come and run this company?” his tone low, hatred in every word. This has al
