Something wasn’t right.
Varden could feel it somewhere in the pit of his stomach that something was off.
“Are you leaving, sir?” The temp who had taken lexies place asked, causing him to halt just outside of the door which he had intended closing and doing exactly what she was asking. Leaving.
Varden frowned at her, causing the woman to clear her throat and straighten in her seat. “And do you have a problem with that?” He hissed, his eyes flashing as he stalked closer to her.
It was the fear on her face and the way she almost meted into her seat, that made him snap out of it, and clear his throat, looking away.
“I’m so sorry, Sir.” He heard her say quietly and begin to fumble with the things in her table.
“Whatever. Cancel all my meetings, and send every email that needs to be sent.
