A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 103

Lorraine had no idea what that even meant.

But the tension in the elevator was suddenly so thick you could practically

see it.

Elissa caught the flicker of discomfort on Frank’s face and almost wanted to laugh, but when she glanced up, she found Rowan staring straight at

her.

‘Ms. Drummond, is your project not busy? No overtime for you tonight?”

He wasn’t just targeting her–he was firing shots at everyone.

Every word oozed with that classic corporate overlord attitude.

If Rowan had his way, everyone would be working themselves to the bone, night and day.

Elissa’s smile faded. She answered, businesslike, “I can finish the rest at

home.”

‘Oh?” Rowan nodded, feigning deep thought. “You’re in love, but you still have the energy to work after hours?”

Elissa rarely felt awkward, but right now, she wished she could just vanish

into the elevator shaft.

Everyone probably thought she’d been desperate to marry Frank because she was head–over–heels in love.

Frank, oblivious to her discomfort, actually looked pleased and chuckled, “Don’t tease her. She’s got thin skin.”

As soon as he finished, the elevator came to a smooth stop at the basement level.

They all stepped out. Just then, the neighboring elevator opened and a department director burst out, panting, and rushed up to Rowan. “Mr.

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Murphy, I have an urgent contract that needs your signature.”

Rowan’s expression turned serious. He took the document and reached into his suit pocket for a fountain pen, signing his name with practiced

ease.

Elissa knew his handwriting well–strong, bold strokes.

He’d even helped her practice once, and a bit of his style had crept into

her own.

She was about to look away when her eyes caught on the pen. She hesitated. “Mr. Murphy, why do you have that fountain pen?”

It was the birthday gift she’d given Bradley.

A custom design–one of a kind. There shouldn’t be another like it.

‘He gave it to me,” Rowan replied, arching an eyebrow, utterly unfazed as he capped the pen and slid it back into his pocket. “He kept insisting it suited me. So you’re the one who gave it to him?”

Elissa had nothing to say to that.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about the tiny superhero icon she’d had engraved on the cap. However she tried to picture it, she couldn’t understand why Bradley thought it fit Rowan.

Rowan, of all people–he didn’t exactly strike her as someone who ‘believed in heroes.”

Once Elissa and Frank had walked off, Lorraine glanced at the pen sticking out of Rowan’s pocket and felt a weight lift from her chest.

Lately, Rowan had suddenly swapped out the fountain pen he’d used for

years.

And he seemed unusually protective of this new one, even though its style was completely out of character for him.

He wouldn’t even let anyone else clean it.

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