Chapter 69. Mission Successful

Stopping the drumming of his fingers against the table, his knuckles gave a final knock on the desk as he stood up to his full height. His eyes bored in hers. Yet she was not looking up at him. "Have you not cut him off?" he asked, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the table. The mirth on his face, if he had any, turned into mirthlessness, making her cower back.

"Haven't you, Sheharzaad?" he questioned again, running his tongue along his lower lip while witnessing her hands begin to shiver.

"I-I will," she responded. "I p-promise, I will," she tried to assure him, her voice shivering and breathless.

He sat back in his chair. "We will see, Sheharzaad. We will see," he replied. "And one thing I may have forgotten to make clear to you. Never go out of your house without my permission. Clear? Or I may pay you a visit to make it clear."

"Clear," she almost whimpered.

That would be the last thing she would want. She felt helpless. Seeing him once