The meeting had ended hours ago, but its shadow still lingered in the office. Conversations were hushed, footsteps careful, as though the staff feared disturbing the fragile balance between the Knight brothers.
Courtney sat at her desk, typing a summary of the strategy discussion, her fingers moving quickly though her thoughts were elsewhere. She couldn't forget the way Dwayne had spoken to her, the cold edge in his voice. She had grown used to his sharpness, but this… this had been different. There had been something wounded beneath his anger, as though she'd struck a nerve she didn't even know existed.
Her screen blurred for a moment, her eyes stinging. She blinked and forced her focus back. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten to her.
The glass door to his office opened. Dwayne emerged, jacket slung over his arm, his expression unreadable. He didn't look at her as he passed, though she felt the weight of his presence like static in the air.
