Chapter 190

Cecilia's pov The chill from earlier hadn't left--it had just settled deeper into my bones. I drove to the office in silence, trying to convince myself I was being dramatic. I wasn't convinced. I'd barely settled into my chair when my desk phone rang. "Come here." The voice on the other end was cool as mountain spring water. I hung up, pinched the bridge of my nose, and stood. Taking a steadying breath, I made my way to the CEO's office. When I entered, I noticed his computer wasn't even turned on. "You needed me for something?" I asked, my expression professionally neutral. My tone was even, betraying none of the tension coiling beneath the surface. Sebastian was leaning back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Just wondering about your private life," he said casually. "If your home is going to be Grand Central Station every morning, should I expect daily time-off requests?" "That's... not a regular occurrence." "Perhaps not, but it's hardly something you can control, is it?" I