Liana’s POV
The walls of Stanley’s office have always made me feel small. It wasn’t because of its enormous size but because of the quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ribs and listens to your heartbeat, daring you to break it first.
“I’m not asking again” I say, keeping my voice steady even though my pulse is anything but. “Either you tell me what you’re hiding, or I walk.”
Stanley looks up from his laptop, unimpressed. His expression was full of boredom, like he’s looking at a problem that’s slightly beneath him. “Walk where, exactly?” he asks. “Back to Dominic?”
“This isn’t about Dominic.”
He leans back in his chair, studying me like a chess piece “Everything with you is about Dominic, Liana. You just don’t admit it.”
I cross my arms. “You think you can deflect me
