"You quit your job? Really?" Oliver sneered, glaring at Sarah as he leaned back in his seat. The disdain in his voice was unmistakable, his expression twisted with disbelief as he studied her tear-streaked face.
Sarah glared right back at him, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand in a rough, dismissive motion. "What else was I supposed to say? Tell her she's cold?" she snapped, her voice sharp and laced with frustration. "She's definitely on to us!" Her gaze swung to Luke, who hadn't said a word but continued to focus on the food in front of him.
Luke didn't so much as glance up. He took another bite of his meal, chewing slowly before speaking in his usual calm, calculating tone. "What else was I supposed to do? She was going to refuse our proposal without even thinking about it."
