Thanes pov.
I left Andrea's office with suppressed anger. How could she think I would stoop so low as to frame her for stealing? The mere suggestion of it is an insult to my person.
I reached my parked car and slid into the backseat, my chauffeur waiting patiently for instructions to depart, but I didn't want to leave just yet...
My body is torn between keeping my distance from her and the desire to go back into the conference room, pin her small body against the wall, and demand that she listen to me.
My phone rings out, shrill in the silence of my Bugatti. It's Melissa again, and the anger I've been pressing down surfaces. My quarrel today with Andera is because of Melissa.
I deactivated the AI used to read the caller's name, already regretting my haste. If I had taken my time to p
