Sign The NDA

ROMAN'S POV

The heavy silence stretched between us. Cora fought back the tears stinging her eyes. A bright red flush crept up her slender neck and painted her cheeks. She planted her feet into the carpet fibers. She stood rigid before my massive desk. The thick legal folder rested untouched on the polished wood surface. Her muscles locked tight. Every tense line of her posture screamed rejection.