So, I turned, but Ethan was still there, watching me.
“Walk with me,” he said.
It wasn’t a request. The walk to his office was eerily quiet, and I just remained standing because his expansive office suddenly felt smaller today.
Or maybe it was the tension compressing the air.
The door shut behind them.
No assistants, distractions or a watching audience.
Just us.
“You think I did it.”
He said it flatly.
Not a question.
I crossed my arms, refusing to let my hands tremble. “You have the clearance.”
“And you have paranoia.”
“Convenient,” I replied sharply.
His jaw tightened.
“You think I would sabotage a billion-dollar merger to what? Test you?”
“I think,” she said carefully, “you don’t like variables you can’t control.”
A flicker crossed his eyes.
Dangerous.
“You think I can
