It took a few moments before Ryan's voice sounded.
"Let her in."
Lancelot pushed open the door and gestured in. Natasha took a step forward and entered the room. The door slammed shut behind her.
Across the table in the room, Ryan sat, writing and signing some documents.
Natasha fidgeted with her fingers, not exactly sure how she should approach him. Even though he was aware she was standing right there, he wasn't even raising his head to look at her. This was not the Ryan she used to know. He had become so different. So cold and a bit distant.
It was eating her up, and he knew that very well.
"Don't just stand there, Natasha," Ryan abruptly voiced
"If you have something to say, get on with it. As you can see, I am very busy with some work, and they belong to my father."
Natasha bit her lower lip and moved closer to the table. She sat on the chair opposite him and exhaled.
