Chapter 3 - Declan Demands Answers Behind The Locked Office Door
“Lock the door, Finn,” Declan commanded in a voice dangerously devoid of all warmth.
Finn scrambled to obey, clicking the heavy brass deadbolt before fleeing the executive suite in sheer panic.
Declan stepped across the carpet, closing the distance between his desk and Norah with measured, predatory steps.
“Eight months,” Declan murmured, his gray eyes narrowing as he stared down at the exposed tactical harness. “Who are you working for?”
Norah stood frozen, her shoulders dropping as the exhausting pretense of her ordinary office life finally collapsed.
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“You don’t want to know that answer, Declan,” Norah replied, her voice losing its meek corporate timbre entirely.
“Try me,” Declan retorted, his hand resting casually near the hidden holster beneath his suit jacket.
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