The silence in the suite stretched for a beat too long. Sophia felt every molecule in the air shift when Christoph’s eyes swept over her, cool and unreadable. He acknowledged the Surong Valley group with the smallest incline of his head, the kind that looked polite but somehow still made everyone feel judged by God.
Then his gaze returned to Sophia.
“I came to check on the progress,” Christoph said, voice steady and low. “I assumed you would be on the floor ensuring all programs were executed correctly.”
Sophia blinked at him, her expression a perfect blend of incredulity and irritation. “For your information, Elysium boss Matt insisted that I enjoy myself tonight. He apparently understands what a real twenty-four-year-old needs.”
Christoph gave a small, measured look around the suite,
