MIA’S POV

My heart wouldn’t stop hammering. The hallway outside his office was quiet. I stood there for a second, staring at the dark wood of his door, trying to steady my breath.

Then, I lifted my hand and knocked. Once. Twice.

“Come in,” his voice came out low.

I pushed the door open and walked inside.

He was at his desk, sleeves rolled up again, a single lamp casting a warm pool of light over his papers. His head was bowed slightly as he flipped through a file and a pen tapping ...