Marcus Thorne rubbed his temples.

“Why would he do this?” Marcus asked.

“He believed he was untouchable,” I said simply.

“And he believed I was not looking.”

Arthur leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

“We need to get Ethan up here immediately,” Arthur said.

He picked up the desk phone and pressed a button.

“Send Ethan Lawson to the main boardroom right now,” Arthur told his assistant.

“Do not tell him who is in here.”

He hung up the phone.

We sat in silence, waiting.

Five minutes passed.

The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating.

Then, the door handle turned.

Ethan walked in, holding a leather notebook.

He had a smile on his face, which quickly faded when he saw me sitting at the table.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Clara?” he said. “What are you doing here?”

He looked at Arthur, then at Marcus and Evelyn.

“Is everything alright?” Ethan asked.

“Sit down, Ethan,” Arthur said.

His tone was colder than I had ever heard it.

Ethan slowly walked to the table and took a seat opposite me.