"How dare you!!!"
Gianna all but growled like an aggrieved lioness as she stepped into Zane's office.
Her heels struck the polished floor like weapon blows, echoing her mood. She didn't even spare her surprised cousin a single glance, too blinded by fury to bother acknowledging anyone else.
"Are you that desperate to wreck my life, Whitman?"
Zane was shocked to say the least, but he wouldn't be a Whitman if he let even a flicker show on his face. So, he sported his signature blank expression, the one that gave or accepted nothing, the one that made people second-guess themselves.
"You will have to be specific, Gianna. And no, I am not out for your life… you don't even count as entertainment, not worth the attention… except you are here for a job?"
Sabrina snickered then, the ugly little sound slicing through the tension and alerting the pair to her unwelcome presence in the corner of the room.
"Get out," Zane stated without preamble, without a shred of patience.
