As the cold voice sliced through the silence, Anna’s breath caught, and dread froze her in place.
The voice snapped again, making Anna’s body shudder. “What are you doing here?”
Anna slowly turned her head toward the voice, which came from the doorway, her chest tightening as her eyes fell on Marco. He stood in the entrance of Vincenzo’s private office, hands in his pockets, brows furrowed, and expression tense.
“I—I came to clean the Boss’s room,” Anna stammered, wringing her hands. “The door was open, so I thought—”
Marco’s eyes narrowed. “So you decided to snoop around?”
“No! It’s not like that,” she said quickly. “I only came here to clean.”
Marco studied Anna in silence, gaze steady, as if weighing her words and finding little truth in them.
“The Boss won’t be pleased to hear y
