Ella
In the opulent, brightly lit CEO's office, the air
was thick with tension.
Myles approached the massive desk cautiously,
placing a folder down with reverent care. "Mr.
Evans, this document needs your signature."
But Cole didn't respond. He sat motionless
behind his sleek computer, his chiseled
features frozen in an expression of iciness.
Myles stood awkwardly, not daring to speak
again. He simply waited, heart pounding.
Just outside the door, Aron and Hugh stood
with their ears practically pressed to the wood,
barely breathing. Minutes passed. Or was it
longer?
At last, Cole reached for the pen and signed the
document with brisk, practiced strokes.
Myles exhaled, quietly relieved. Perhaps-just
perhaps-this time wound go smoothly.
Then, with a sudden snarl, Cole grab
