Chapter 120: The Price of Love, I'm Leaving You, Eira
The next morning, Callian sat in his office, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke in a measured tone.
"No, Malcolm, I need those papers finalized by tonight," Callian said.
He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of his desk.
"Yes, the property transfers too. I don't care if it's late. Make it happen."
The conversation was clear in his sharp, clipped words.
The business at hand wasn't just urgent—it was personal.
"I'll call you back," Callian said, ending the call abruptly as the office door opened without a knock.
Mita stepped inside, her red dress clung to her body like armor, and her smile was clever.
"What are you doing here, Mita?" Callian's voice was ice.
He leaned back in his chair, glaring at her up and down like a predator cornering its prey.
Mita sauntered closer, ignoring the obvious distaste in his expression.
