The tension in the office had been suffocating. Darian's dark moods terrified the staff.
"She doesn't want to be found, sir. It makes things difficult," Shaw pointed out cautiously. Sometimes, when a person truly wanted to disappear, no amount of money could unearth them.
Lunchtime rolled around.
Yulisa walked in, carrying a neat Tupperware container.
It was completely out of character. Ever since she survived her kidnapping, she had been acting strangely domestic, claiming her near-death experience made her want to embrace her "feminine side." All her usual tomboy edge had vanished.
Initially, Darian bought it. He used to joke she was too wild to ever be a wife. Now, wearing a soft dress and bringing him home-cooked meals, she seemed to have turned a new leaf.
But after his conversation with Fairfax, Darian viewed the scene through a much darker lens. His eyes narrowed, studying her intensely.
Yulisa paused, unnerved by his piercing gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"


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