Elena's POV
The moment Adrian told me to sit, my breath caught in my throat. My legs felt frozen, yet my mind screamed at me to run. To get out of here before this confrontation spiraled into something I couldn’t control. But I knew Adrian. If I left now, he’d only make things worse.
I forced myself to lift my chin, refusing to let him see how rattled I was. “I don’t take orders from you.”
Adrian leaned back, his fingers tracing the rim of his whiskey glass with an infuriating patience. His suit was crisp, his posture relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world to watch me squirm. “No?” His voice was calm, deceptively so. “Then tell me, Elena. How long were you planning to keep this little job of yours a secret?”
A chill ran through me at how casual he sounded. No rage. No accusati
