ROMAN
My head snapped to the side, the sound echoing louder than it should have. When I turned my head to look at her, the hallway felt quiet. Thankfully, there wasn't any other person in the hallway except for her and Maxwell.
Her fingers were clenched into a fist, her gaze burned with anger. Not scared.
My palm touched my cheek slowly, more insulted than hurt. “You are quite bold,” I said, my voice even, almost curious. “Or stupid.”
Her chest rose and fell, affected by my words.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked, my voice flat, eyes locking unto her without a blink.
A mocking laugh erupted out of her lips, “I don't give a f**k of who you are,” she snapped, voice echoing in the hallway. “Being a billionaire doesn't give you the liberty to misbehave.”
My brows furrowed
