It had been thirty minutes since the meeting with Thomas ended, yet Jade remained seated behind her desk, motionless, her fingers gently tapping against the armrest of her chair.
The office was quiet now, but it still felt like he was there—like his presence had sunk into the very walls.
He had walked in like he owned the room, like he knew the effect he had on people.
And truth be told, he probably did.
That air of self-assurance, the sharp suit that clung to him just right, and the voice—low, smooth, dangerously calm—still echoed in her ears.
Jade had dealt with many powerful men in her life. Politicians, tycoons, even a few underground figures.
But Thomas... he was different. Too composed. Too poised. Too intoxicating.
She leaned back in her chair with a sigh and glanced at the untouched glass of water on her desk.
Her reflection stared back at her in the glass surface—composed on the outside, but not nearly as calm within.
