Chapter 138

I stepped into the sleek, minimalist office with purpose, my heels clicking on the polished floors. Rafael’s office was as commanding as he was luxurious but restrained, a perfect reflection of his calculated mind. But despite the grandeur, there was something about the atmosphere today that felt off.
When I caught sight of Dylan, standing awkwardly near the door, his eyes met mine in an odd way that sent a ripple of unease through me. What was his deal? Why was he looking at me like that?
Before I could react, Rafael shot Dylan a cold look, and the young assistant mumbled something under his breath before quickly excusing himself. I heard him leave but knew he wouldn’t stray far. No, Dylan would be lurking just beyond the door, probably eavesdropping like he always did when he was too curious for his own good.