Cindy
I smoothed down the front of my dress, steadying my breath as I stood outside Kendrick’s study door. The tray in my hands held his favorite snacks — smoked venison bites, warm herb bread, and a cup of strong black coffee, brewed just the way he liked it. It had taken me hours to prepare everything perfectly, down to the polished silver tray and folded linen napkin.
Tonight had to be different. Tonight, he would see me again.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself, and knocked softly on the heavy oak door.
“Enter.”
His voice was cold and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. I pushed the door open, balancing the tray carefully as I stepped inside.
Kendrick was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, stacks of papers and worn ledgers spread out before him. His dark brows fur
