Roger powered down his desktop and gathered his belongings, ready to leave for the day. Slinging his office bag over his shoulder, he stepped into the elevator, watching the doors slide shut.
By the time he reached the parking lot, the familiar scent of asphalt mixed with the faint chill of the evening air. As he walked towards his car, a voice called out to him.
It was Sylvia.
He turned, his expression hardening as his gaze met hers. His jaw clenched before he spoke, irritation lacing his tone. "What do you want from me? I told you to stay away."
Sylvia's eyes burned with frustration and betrayal. "Why didn't Lucius tell me about Tsar and Vladimir Romanov?" she demanded in a trembling voice. "They were the ones who killed my brother, weren't they?"
Roger remained silent, his brows drawing together, but Sylvia pressed on as her fury mounted.
