His lips move in a silent mock out of her view, and keys jangled as he used them to unlock the office door. Her question was overlooked, and Owen sat down at the desk, laying the folder open on the surface. âHave a seat. This wonât take long.âÂ
Cordelia followed him inside, her expression neutral though there was no denying her irritation. She looked around the office space, and then her eyes moved to appraise him instead. âI had no idea you were this... organized.â The office looked as though it had never even been touched. âAnd Iâm glad. Remember that next Friday when itâs due, okay?â




