The air in the lobby of Blackwood Industries felt like it had frozen solid the moment the elevator doors hissed open. Cassian didn’t just walk out; he stormed toward the marble pillars, his eyes fixed on the sight of Matthew’s arms wrapped around Maeve.
"Matthew," Cassian’s voice cut through the air like a blade. "I believe you have a board meeting on the tenth floor. Unless, of course, your schedule has suddenly become optional."
Matthew slowly pulled away from Maeve, giving Cassian a look that was more disappointed than afraid. "I’m going, Cassian. Relax."
Cassian didn't look at his friend. He turned his cold, piercing gaze toward Maeve. "And you. Giving a performance in the middle of the lobby? This is a place of business, Maeve, not a theater. You’re being incredibly dramatic, even
