"Mr Domango," a croaked laugh escaped from her mouth. "I'm not your enemy."
"Could've fooled me."
Her silence this time was heavier and Richard could sense the reason behind it—- She was clearly exhausted and probably still hurting, yet she chose to take such a dangerous step—for what?
Was it to hide from him something he was already aware of? Why all the pretense in the first place?
"When I come back," she said softly, "I'll tell you everything you need to know about the person sabotaging the company. And probably wrap up everything, then I can get out of your hair for good."
He didn't reply at first but when he eventually did, a flat, "Whatever," was all he said before ending the call.
He was too angry to continue wasting his words. Who gave her the right to affect his mind the way she did?
