“Well, well,” Don’s voice rolled through the dim office like velvet over steel..... smooth, mocking, dangerous. He didn’t even look up right away; he just leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers as though he’d been expecting me all along.
“Look who is here again.”
The air in the room felt thick..... laced with perfume, liquor, and quiet menace. I stood frozen at the doorway, clutching the strap of my bag so tight it cut into my palm. My knees were trembling, but I forced my chin up just enough to speak.
“I’ve… made up my mind,” I said, barely above a whisper.
That got his attention. His head lifted, one brow arching as a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Made up your mind?” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the words.
“Abou
