—Mabel—

A storm of frustration cracked through me.

Tom Marlow.

What did he want?

Why was he visiting me in every other business day and not once have we talked about business?!

A shiver crawled over my skin as I recalled his last visit and how he'd gotten irrationally close.

I drew a breath and turned to Mara with a reticent smile.

“Thank you. I will see you later in my office.”

“Yes, ma,” she nodded.

I turned to my heels and strode to my office. The automated doors slid open and ...