Kia, sensing the tension, quickly walked ahead and opened the backseat door of their waiting car.
Without another word, Amelia pulled away from Sebastian’s grip and slid into the car, her expression set in cold determination.
As Amelia settled into the back seat of the car, Kia followed, slipping in beside her.
Kia glanced through the obsidian window at Sebastian, who stood rooted to the spot, his face a mix of shock and frustration.
“Ms. Amelia,” Kia began, her tone tinged with deliberation.
Amelia sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping slightly. She turned her gaze to Kia, her expression one of weary annoyance. “Address me as Amelia, Kia. Don’t be formal all the time. It’s upsetting.”
Kia nodded, understanding her boss’s irritation. “Okay, Amelia. I was just thinking… what if Seb
