His to Claim

Hazel

"Mr. Dorian," I hear Mr. Hughes say, followed by the soft thud of the door closing.

"Hughes, what do you have for me?" Mr. Blackwood’s voice answers, slightly out of breath, or maybe I’m imagining it again.

I swallow hard, the air thick with the scent of files and paper in this cramped storeroom.

"Well, about the outcome of the gala—" Mr. Hughes begins, but Dorian cuts him off.

"Save that fo