Claire's POV
His scrutinizing gaze bore into me as I forced calm into my voice. "Just got here. Brought you some hand-ground coffee."
I walked toward the desk, fighting to hide my fear.
Fabian watched me coldly, silent.
Only when I set the coffee down did the tension ease slightly.
"Dad… about my situation… is it handled?"
"I'm working on it. Should be resolved in a couple days."
Relief flickered in my eyes. "Thank you!"
"Don't celebrate yet. If there's a next time, you're on your own."
"Understood. I'll head to bed. You should rest too."
As I turned to leave, Fabian's voice turned icy. "Claire, you'd better not have heard anything you shouldn't. Or our father-daughter bond won't save you."
I bit my lip, feigning confusion.
"Dad, what shouldn't I have heard? I don't understand.
