Chiara
I’ve never seen Vedant this angry. His fury is barely leashed and visible in every line of his body. Alice looks just as furious, but at the sight of Vedant, she has been cowed enough that her mouth has snapped closed.
All I can do is stand there stupidly and watch this exchange. It’s like observing two predators circle each other. But Alice is out of her depth, her labored breathing filling the pause as she barely controls her fury.
“Chiara is here because she’s injured and recovering,” Vedant continues. “I offered, just like I offered for her to go through my office supplies in that box over there. She didn’t ask, but she didn’t have to. Nothing going on here is without my knowledge.”
The silence that follows is thick, the kind that settles like a morning fog. It feels heavy,
