Boss Carrero tone. Yup, this is what I feared. This is all I need.

I shift slightly to look up at him, my heart stilling and my breath pausing. I guess we had to do this sometime. What better place than on a private jet, thousands of miles high in the sky, where I have zero escape.

“I had to leave,” he says. His focus on me is almost uncomfortable.

“Of course you did,” I say quickly, slightly too sharply, and chastise myself inwardly for bristling at the first ...