WYNE'S POV
The door clicked shut, and I didn’t move. Not for a full minute.
The scent of her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, something subtle but sharp, like her. The nerve she had—walking into my office, throwing threats like she already had the upper hand.
I hated such guts... I never let those live who even thought about showing such guts... But about her? When she did it, I liked it.
I hated that I liked it.
I turned back to the desk and pressed a button on the phone.
“Matilda, get me Andrew... ”
A moment later, his voice crackled through the speaker.
“What’s up?”
“She’s exactly how I remember. But more dangerous now.”
“Dangerous?” Andrew repeated. “She hasn’t even started yet.”
“She will,”
I said, eyes narrowing.
“And she’s not just here for the job. She’s he
