Ian stormed into his office, the door slamming against the frame with an ominous resonance that reverberated through the room. "Miss North, what exactly are you searching for?"
Tiara jerked around, her eyes widening in trepidation as she met Ian's cold, piercing gaze.
"No...nothing," she stammered.
"Nothing?" Ian's voice dripped with suspicion. "Then, why are you in my office at this moment?" He moved deliberately towards his desk, scrutinizing the surroundings for any sign of betrayal.
"What are you hiding behind your back?" He asked softly as he advanced further into the room.
Tiara's voice quivered. "Nothing, sir."
"Miss North." Ian's tone turned even more severe. "I don't like asking the same thing repeatedly. So, enlighten me."
She shivered under the weight of his gaze, her guilt palpable. Meeting his icy stare, Tiara reluctantly placed an envelope on his desk. "I was attempting to keep this here."
