Chapter 32. His Office

Liam leaned back in his leather chair, his sharp eyes scanning Anna as she entered the room. His office was intimidating. It had a sleek, minimalist, and sterile look, with food-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. 

It was the kind of space designed to remind anyone who entered that they were beneath him. And it was working on her. 

“Anna, glad you could join us,” Liam began, adjusting himself in the chair he was sitting in. His tone was calm but laced with an undercurrent of authority that sent a chill down her spine. “As you know, we lost an employee this morning–your secretary.” 

Zac doubled back. “Wait, what? Mrs. Hale’s dead?” It was clear that he did not know and had just found out. He looked at Anna and a pale look crossed his face as he cursed under his breath. 

Anna could see the guilt slowly swallowing him up. She felt bad for him, but there was nothing she could do. She did have a feeling that it was Liam who w