Liam’s smirk faded the moment Natalie hung up. Mark glanced at him, unsure if he should comment.“Sir… should I—”“Don’t,” Liam cut him off, waving a hand. He tried to sound dismissive, but his voice came out tighter than he wanted.Mark hesitated, then lowered his eyes back to the papers. “She didn’t sound too happy.”Liam let out a sharp breath through his nose, more like a scoff than a laugh. “Happy? She should be grateful I even put up with her this long.”Mark stayed quiet, flipping a page, though the tension in the room made it clear he didn’t believe a word of it.Liam reached for his pen but didn’t write. His thoughts kept circling back to Natalie’s voice, confident, steady, like she wasn’t afraid of him anymore. His jaw tightened as he picked up his phone, dialing his mother. The line rang, once, twice… then cut off. No answer.He leaned back in his chair, the phone still in his hand. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “The one time I need her to clean up her own mess…”Mark shift
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