Naomi Hart felt the weight of Sebastian Cole’s gaze and turned her face toward the window. Sympathy sat uneasily on her skin. She had never known what to do with that particular look soft, concerned, almost wounded on her behalf.
Old Mr. Sinclair stood near the door, watching the quiet exchange. His voice cut through the stillness, calm and absolute.
“I need a word with the rest of you. Come with me.”
He stepped into the corridor. Marcus, Derek, and Nathan followed without question. At the threshold the old man glanced back once, eyes locking briefly with Sebastian’s. A silent understanding passed between them. Then the door closed.
Only three people remained in the private room.
Sebastian’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “I’ve already sent Owen to dig into the accident.”
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