Victor's POV

She stood up rudely, a couple of strides away from the desk. I stood back to look at her, to speculate about the inner workings of her head. Was going to storm out? Was going to knock the whole setup down? She was that kind of woman—the kind of woman who was never reluctant to raise a scene, to question anything.

Finally, she stood with her back to me. "You're going to have to trust me," she said softly to me. "After all of this. After the way, you've treated me. Think I can ...