His light brown eyes met mine not with an intimidating glare, but with a look dripping with anxiety, dependency, and profound submission. His forehead and temples were lightly beaded with sweat.
"You're five minutes late today, Feyre," Kaelen said, his voice trembling slightly.
"There was a bit of traffic on the way, Mr. Vance," I answered calmly, taking a step toward him in a voice I deliberately kept cool and distant.
Kaelen let out a long breath. The hands that usually signed trillion-rupiah deals now moved slowly toward his silk tie. With slightly trembling fingers, Kaelen loosened the knot, letting the expensive fabric fall onto the marble floor.
Then, before his grand desk, behind locked doors on the fiftieth floor of the Vance Corporation building...
The arrogant young billiona
