Fiona’s POV Three days later, I sit in my office, trying to curb my agitation. After making me sign the documents, Micah had more or less ordered me to make an office space available for him. I was surprised he hadn’t just decided to take over my office and have me humiliated in front of everyone b
Still, Roger has been an excellent employee for the past three years. One of my best. He was also a compassionate individual, who everyone at Mistyca adored. I couldn’t fire him just because he messed up under duress. I had to stand up for him. “I know but Micah let me handle this. I-” I don’t eve
Fiona’s POV I gingerly put the cup of coffee I have made for Micah on his desk. It’s a double espresso. Just like I know he likes it. He looks at the cup and then at me suspiciously. I force a smile that I hope looks natural. Though, his eyes narrow even more as he takes it in. When he doesn’t mo
I nod, seeing the sense in her words. “Give me a short while and I can send you all the information I have on him.” She continues. After discussing the matter a bit more, I promise Antonia that I would look into the emissary and then shut the call. Immediately after, I shoot a text to Anders, one
Fiona’s POV For a moment, Micah just stares at me and I can’t help but tuck my hair behind my ear. Suddenly, this all seems like a very bad idea. Why had I thought of this again? I have half the mind of running away, when his fingers reach out and touch the rose in my mouth. His thumb traces my
"No. Now, are you done trying to distract me, Miss Fiona or do you want to … get out?" he asks, his voice holding an almost teasing edge. God, this man knows exactly what he is putting me through. Sighing heavily, I decide to take off my shoes and curl up on the couch. Then, I simply watch him wor
Fiona’s POV I let out a scream as the elevator drops. My heart is pounding and I am terrified. “Micah!” I can’t help but call out his name and my voice sounds scared even to my own ears. A pang of embarrassment takes hold of me. For three years, I have made peace with the fact that I can only de
“I can’t just leave you here.” I whisper, conflicted. At my words, his expression hardens. “Well, you did it once, you can do it again. I don’t need your fucking help Fiona. Just go to your damn meeting. Leave.” The intensity of his harsh words makes me take a step back and his tone is like a kni