Liora’s POV
His voice was smooth when he finally spoke, but laced with an edge that cut deeper than volume ever could. “Strange. Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with your little boyfriend?” He said with a little smirk. The words landed like a strike across the face, so deliberate, so mocking. Behind me, Mirabel stiffened. Darla made a sound suspiciously like a laugh.
I kept my expression composed, though my nails pressed crescents into the folder I carried. “I didn’t realize the president of ME Group was so… gossipy.” My tone was even, cool, the barest flicker of disdain in it. “How surprising that you care so much about my personal life.”
His lips curved, not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. “Care?” He leaned back, tilting his head slightly, as if studying me. “It’s only c
