A Rumoured Monster

Immediately after entering the study, Heather kept her head down, the door behind her closing with a decisive thud. 

The sound echoed in the room, reinforcing the feeling that there was no escape. She was alone with the wealthy Adonis known as Eamon Rodge. 

Or perhaps it wasn't just her mindset—maybe Harris, who had closed the door, intended for her to feel that way.

She took a deep breath and looked up, meeting Eamon's gaze. 

He was sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk, his piercing green eyes fixed on her. He removed his glasses slowly, placing them on the desk, and leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"What brings you here, Ms. Heather?" Eamon asked, his voice smooth and calm.

Heather swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. "I need your help," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.<