The storm indeed came. And it had a name too. Liam Stone was William’s uncle, and if the latter had nerves of steel, the former was a man who had infuriating retorts.
His eyes, the same shade of brown as William, lacked warmth. Moreso, it felt like he knew more than he let on.
Simone knew him from one visit she recalled when she was 17. She hadn’t liked the man then, and she didn’t like him now either.
He made her feel uncomfortable in her own skin, and it seemed like she could do no right.
When he first dropped by the office unannounced, his eyes, sharp and calculating, had the knack to make her drop her pen.
She laughed it off as she rose to welcome him to the company, an easy smile on her face, but his smirk was nothing if not smug and unsettling.
“My nephew got himself a clumsy P
