Chapter 229

Roman? Here? In my office?

I sit there for a second, gripping the arms of my chair. Sybil stands by the door, clearly uncomfortable with the tension I’m radiating.

“Should I… send him away?” she says.

The temptation to scream, ‘Yes, send him back to whatever rock he crawled out from,’ comes for a second. But instead, I smooth my expression, plastering on a look of indifference. I can be profession