“It’s not over yet,” he added, leaning back against his desk, watching her like a predator sizing its prey.
Mia froze, her chest tightening. “What?” she asked, disbelief heavy in her voice. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked, what more do you want?”
“You’re not done until I say so,” Xiang replied coldly. “And you’re not leaving this city until I’m satisfied.”
Her voice rose, barely masking the tremor beneath. “What do you mean? I’ve worked my ass off for over four years. In a month, it’ll be five. You promised—”
“I promised nothing,” he cut her off, stepping closer. “This is business, Mia. Promises are meaningless. The numbers are what matters.”
Her hands balled into fists. “That last job—didn’t you get paid? I’ve covered my part!”
His smirk vanished, replaced by a cold glare. “And d
