RUBY'S POV
I looked up, instinctively bracing myself, and there he was—Roman. As he stepped through the door, his familiar frame filled the doorway, and for a split second, I was frozen. My mind spun,why was he standing here, in my office, unannounced.
“Roman?” I asked, my voice more stable than I actually felt.
He sighed, letting his gaze linger on me as if we were catching up over coffee. “How you doing, Ruby?”
Anger surged within me, quick and intense, making it hard to control my voice. “What the hell are you doing here, Roman?”
He tilted his head, feigning innocence, and his voice was so casual it grated on my nerves. “Not even a welcome? Is that really how you treat guests?”
“Guests?” I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “You’re an uninvited guest, Roman. I didn’t invite you here.”
“Ouch,” he said, pressing his hand over his chest in a mocking display of hurt. “That’s harsh. Still, good to see you.”
“Trust me, the feeling isn’t mutual.” I took a step forward, meeting his gaze
