"She's a nobody," Seb said coldly. "Once she recovers, she will be gone. Matt, come with me. We need to talk."
With that, he walked away from the meeting room, finally allowing the less powerful people present to breathe again. Still, none of them dared lift their heads until the echoes of his footsteps completely disappeared.
Matt followed after Sebastian and opened the door to his private office, allowing him to enter first before stepping in himself.
Just like Sebastian's personality and expression, the room felt lifeless and chilly. Once upon a time, this office had been filled with lively colors and photographs of a single woman, but now it was as cold and barren as Sebastian's life had become.
Right behind the enormous ebony desk where he conducted pack affairs stood a large glass window that gave a perfect view of the skyscrapers lining Silver City.
Sebastian strolled to his chair and sat down heavily. "Have you gotten it ready?"
