"Oh," she breathed, stepping just close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off her. "That's good to know then." Her lips twitched into a smile that was both wicked and playful.
"Because if you come in tomorrow, I will make everything about tomorrow… hard." She dragged that last word out.
"Doesn't matter, ma'am," he said firmly, straightening his shoulders again. "Unless Mr. Kane says otherwise, I will be here. He is my direct employer."
The shift in his tone was subtle but absolute. The man had armor thicker than a tank, and she'd just dented it—barely. He turned toward the door, giving her his back, that perfect posture radiating both discipline and a quiet kind of defiance.
"If there is nothing else, ma'am, I will be waiting outside until Mr. Kane gets here."
Sylvia pouted, watching him retreat. He didn't even look back. It was infuriating. She bit her lip, her mind spinning. She'd have to find a way to avoid him tomorrow.
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