Seventy Nine

Veil was livid the moment Simon stepped out of the conference room. She hadn’t been able to say a word while he was inside because she doubted it would have made anything better. And besides, he hadn’t looked like he was any interested in whatever she had to say.

Watching the emotions pass through his eyes broke her to bits. Simon was the only person who had made her comfortable working here on her first day, and it was unfair for him to be treated that way. She wanted to rush after him to explain that it wasn’t exactly what he had seen. But then, what else was there?

She had no excuse for what he had just seen.

“You didn’t have to treat him that way,” she strongly opined, glaring at Anders. “He only wanted to get his pen and was made to confront what he hadn’t bargained for. He was stunned and confused. The least he needed was some sort of explanation.”

“And what would you say?” Anders shot back, angry that her naivety was getting the better of her and more furious that he couldn’t b