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Chapter Twenty

Robert

The air in the office feels like it’s waiting for something to suck it out.

I sit behind the desk, one hand resting flat against the polished surface, the other tapping once, then stilling when I catch it.

I don’t like the movement.

I don’t like what it says.

So I stop it.

Across from me, Enzo leans back in his chair like none of this touches him, one ankle hooked over the other knee, a file open in his hands that he hasn’t looked at in the last five minutes.

He’s watching me.

But I don’t look up.

“She’s taking her time,” he starts eventually, like it’s a casual observation.

I don’t respond.

Because I’ve already clocked it.

Every minute.

Every second past what I expected.

Atelia doesn’t drag her feet unless there’s a reason.

My teeth clench slightly, my gaze tilting to the clock on the wall, then away again before I can start counting.

“She’ll come back with something,” Enzo adds.

That gets me.

My eyes lift, landing on him with just enough weight to make the point clear.

“I didn’t ask,” I bite out.

“You didn’t have to.”

I hold his gaze for a second longer than necessary, then look away again, pushing back slightly in the chair.

“She better,” I mutter.

“Why did you let her handle this?” There’s something in the way he asks it.

I lean back, dragging a hand over my jaw, the tension brimming under my skin.

“She said it needed a woman’s touch.” My words come out flatter than they should.

Enzo huffs out something that almost sounds like a laugh.

“Right.”

“You got something to say?” I glance at him again.