The president's office was deathly silent.
Killian sat in his office chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, taking drags with a careless elegance that somehow amplified the oppressive atmosphere.
Marina stood before his desk, her eyes brimming with tears. "Did you know all along?"
Killian remained silent, confirming her suspicions.
Had the image she'd so painstakingly cultivated in front of Killian over the years been completely shattered by this one incident?
That b***h Sheila, so cunning, she'd kept something back.
This way, Killian would feel guilty towards her, maybe even pity her, like her.
Thinking this, Marina's tears began to fall in large, heavy drops.
"Killian, I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it, but…"
Killian's patience snapped. He questioned coldly, "But what? Why t
