Chapter 114
Romeo pov
My eyes drifted involuntarily to the doorway again. It had been almost an hour.
Where the hell was Katya?
I clenched my jaw. She'd better not be slacking off. Or spilling the coffee. Or running her mouth. Or.... getting herself in trouble.
I pushed that thought away immediately.
She's probably in the kitchen complaining about me.
Still… it shouldn't take this long.
I tapped the desk twice, agitation rising again, rubbing at my temple, annoyed at my own impatience.
Where is she?
Antonio walked out of my office, leaving me back to the silence. The moment the door clicked shut, the irritation in my chest sharpened again.
Almost an hour.
For coffee.
She better not be—
I exhaled sharply and reached to my right, pulling open the drawer that held my smaller tablet.
A swipe of my thumb unlocked the security feed. Every hallway, every stairwell, every damn floor—this house had eyes everywhere.
