Several minutes passed after Liana left.
Minutes that felt like hours.
The silence in the office was suffocating, thick with everything that had been left unsaid. Ezra stood rigid beside the desk, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Roman, on the other hand, remained infuriatingly calm—leaning back against the desk as though nothing irreversible had just happened.
Ezra finally snapped.
“You planned this,” he said hoarsely, stepping forward. “You walked in here knowing exactly what you were doing.”
Roman lifted his gaze slowly. “Careful,” he replied coolly. “Accusations without proof are dangerous.”
Ezra laughed bitterly. “Proof? That file is a lie and you know it!”
Roman straightened, his expression darkening just slightly. “The signatures are there. The sta
