"I'm all ears," the woman replied, arching her perfectly groomed eyebrows and clicking her tongue—a sharp, deliberate sound that seemed designed to provoke Madisyn further. Her lips curved into a smirk, one that radiated superiority.
Madisyn stepped forward, her heels clicking against the sleek tile floor, closing the distance between them until they stood face-to-face. Their gazes locked, charged with an unspoken defiance that filled the small office like an electric current. Madisyn's pulse quickened, but she kept her face calm, determined not to give Vanessa the satisfaction of seeing her flustered.
"I see you two are already acquainted," Ethan's voice sliced through the tension, his presence commanding even from the doorway. His tone was light, but the undercurrent of authority made the room feel even smaller with the three of them inside.
