"You're Ross Oakley."
Peter turned, his expression shifting from surprise to a deepening frown as he took in the sight of the man standing before him.
The name "Ross Oakley" had been everywhere lately, and this young man's sudden rise to fame wasn't something he could ignore.
Peter knew that Ross might be the only person with the answers he desperately needed, and that realization both frustrated and unsettled him.
It was obvious that Ross had something to do with why Maya was like this. The fact that Ross, a well-known man with two girlfriends, was involved made the thought feel like acid and poison on Peter's tongue.
The tension in the room thickened, his discomfort obvious. There was something undeniably unsettling about Ross's arrival, as if the man had appeared at the exact moment Peter felt most vulnerable.
