"Where have you been?"
A stern voice spoke from the shadows as Chloe stepped into her apartment. The room was dark except for the study lamp that dimly lit up.
"How did you get in here?" she asked, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up on her.
From the dark, a figure stepped forward. James Bennett adjusted the watch on his wrist, his expression blank.
"Your doorman knows better than to question me." His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it.
Chloe shut the door behind her, masking the irritation flickering across her face.
"That doesn't answer my question."
Her father merely smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"And you didn't answer mine."
She hesitated, debating whether to lie or to deflect. But she knew better.
James Bennett didn't ask que
