"It's okay, wait for me outside," Elena reassured Anderson.
The lawyer gave her a long look, but he obeyed. The heavy wooden door closed, leaving Elena alone in the private room with Drake.
The air shifted the moment Barr. Anderson stepped out.
Elena turned her face and locked her eyes on Drake. He had already started walking toward her, as though he wanted to test her patience.
"Didn't expect you to have such gangster behaviour," Elena said, but her eyes couldn’t hide the storm inside.
Drake smirked faintly. "That's how I was before. You just hadn’t seen this side of me."
When he came beside her, his hand stretched across the table for the ashtray. The cigarette burned under his touch, yet his eyes stayed locked on hers.
Elena’s pupils trembled. She tried to stay steady and refuse
