MARILYNSilence filled the office.Conall Reign’s gaze didn’t linger on me for a second longer. His focus returned to the file on his desk, turning the pages as though I were a draft of something he had already decided not to read.I stayed where I was.The longer I waited the smaller I became, until the whole room seemed to be tilting its head at me."Mr. Reign—""Sit!” His voice echoed through the room, smooth and dark, without a trace of warmth.That one syllable had my legs obeying before my mind caught up.I crossed to the chair and lowered myself on its edge, holding the envelope to my stomach like a shield.He let me sit there like a statue while he finished the page, turned it, and read the next one.Only when he had set the folder flat did he finally look at me.I had braced myself for an old man. For jowls, yellowed teeth and a leer I could have dismissed on the drive home.What I got was worse.“M-Mr. Reign…” I stuttered. “I brought the evidence for Bernard Abbott’s case. T
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