As the cold voice sliced through the silence, Anna’s breath caught, and dread froze her in place.

The voice snapped again, making Anna’s body shudder. “What are you doing here?”

Anna slowly turned her head toward the voice, which came from the doorway, her chest tightening as her eyes fell on Marco. He stood in the entrance of Vincenzo’s private office, hands in his pockets, brows furrowed, and expression tense.

“I—I came to clean the Boss’s room,” Anna stammered, wringing ...