Verena
Silence engulfed the conference room and the only notable sound was that of the paper being flipped. Mikaelson leaned by his side, whispering. “Once the transfer is executed, it will indeed be over!”
A smile managed to slip on my face and I gave him the silent ‘thumbs up’ moving to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear when I paused mid-way, upon locking eyes with Kian who sat across from me.
Beige Band-Aids were scattered across his face—the bridge of his nose, next to his temple, one above his eyebrow, and the corner of his jaw. I’d wanted to ask him questions but he wasn't my business anymore.
Plus, I still held a grudge towards him for breaking into my apartment. So, he deserved everything he got. Thanks to whoever battered him this way.
He darted his eyes away from me, o
