Mia stared at the door Zac had walked through moments ago, her irritation bubbling beneath her calm appearance. After a beat, she rose from her seat, intent on following him, but just as her fingers brushed the cool handle, it swung open.
A tall man stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame.
“Excuse me,” Mia said sharply, tilting her head to glare up at him.
“The boss asked you to wait,” the man replied, his voice low and gravelly, as if it had been carved out of stone.
Mia blinked, her confidence shaking “Wait? For what? Am I a prisoner now?”
“I’m just following orders, ma’am,” he answered politely without moving a muscle.
Mia huffed, crossing her arms. “Look, I understand, but I have other important things to do.”
The man didn’t budge, his deep voice unwa
