“You cannot be serious,” Irene said, her voice shaking as she slammed the paper onto the edge of his desk.Daniel didn’t even look up from his tablet. He simply scrolled, his thumb moving with a slow, agonizing precision. The silence in the massive, high-ceilinged office stretched until the hum of the air conditioning felt loud enough to drill into her skull.“Daniel, look at me!” she snapped, her knuckles turning white against the wood. “A disciplinary committee? Over twenty minutes? You are doing this on purpose. You know exactly what happened last night with your grandfather, and now you’re punishing me for it!”Slowly, Daniel set the tablet down. He leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his arms. His dark eyes locked onto hers, entirely unbothered, carrying that chilling, mocking calm that always made her skin itch.“First of all,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, smooth purr, “it is Mr. Blackwood when you are on this floor, Irene. Have you already forgotten the rules we
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