Astrid and Miles sat across from each other in the empty restaurant, the only sound was the clinking of utensils on plates. Astrid's frustration poured out as she spoke between bites of her lunch.
"I know nothing about that file," she muttered, her voice laced with irritation.
Miles's lips twitched, struggling to contain a smile. "You don't have to get mad, I already yelled at him for calling you out that way."
Astrid's anger boiled over at this. "You don't get it! He yelled at me! One minute he's calm, the next, another he gets mad!" Tears streamed down her face as she took a deep bite, now into her sandwich.
Miles's expression softened. He had cleared the restaurant, ensuring Astrid's outburst remained private.
As the eldest son of the Adams family, a tech guru, and business partner to the Logans, Miles's influence commanded respect.
"Who are you suspicious of?" Miles asked, his tone gentle.
