ADRIAN sat behind his desk, his hands clasped together tightly, his jaw set in an unyielding line. The blinds in his office were drawn halfway, strips of light cutting across the expensive wooden table. He had been waiting for this moment since dawn, the fury boiling in his veins demanding an outlet. When the door opened and Claire stepped inside, head held high and lips curved in a mocking half-smile, Adrian rose to his feet.
“Sit,” he said flatly, pointing at the chair across from him.
Claire scoffed, folding her arms.
“What, no warm greetings? No tea for your darling sister-in-law?”
“Sit down, Claire.” His voice was sharp now, leaving no room for her usual theatrics.
She arched a brow but finally lowered herself into the seat, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate arroga
