POV: Darius
I ended the call with the sound of a sharp click, and for a moment, the only thing that filled the office was silence. Complete silence.
I dropped the phone on top of the table, the sound echoing faintly in the wide office room. As I leaned back in my chair, I let a slow, wicked smirk spread across my lips.
“That serves you right, you f*****g bastard,” I muttered under my breath, my voice filled with cold venom. My fingers drummed lazily against the armrest, the leather creaking softly beneath my grip. “But I’m still not done with you yet. Not even close.”
The light from the side lamp filled the office with its glow, dancing against the black marble walls and the polished shelves lined with files and fine whiskey.
My smirk remained on my face as I continued to stare at
