Chapter 72

• Clara sat with her legs crossed, eyes sharp as blades as she stared at the two people standing before her. Viona kept her head down, while Rico looked pale, almost sickly. The office was suffocatingly quiet that night, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock.
• “So,” Clara’s voice cut through the silence, cold and merciless. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing behind my back?”
• Viona lifted her head quickly. “Clara, it’s not what you think. I only—”