Hell is other people 2

ELIJAH'S POV

I leaned back in my chair, swirling the glass of whiskey in my hand, a smug satisfaction curling at the corners of my mouth. I had done it. Imogen and Isaac were drowning, and I was the one who had thrown them into the deep end. The scandal was everywhere, and the court of public opinion had already begun its trial. She wanted to play with fire? Fine. Let her burn.

The knock at my office door was sharp, quick, and immediately irritating.

I didn't bother looking up. "Unless you've suddenly become incapable of using the landline, I don't see why you're here," I said, keeping my voice as disinterested as possible.

"It's important," my secretary said, stepping inside.

I finally glanced up, noticing the tension in her face. That got my attention. I set my glass down and straightened in my chair. "Important how?"

She hesitated, glancing toward the door before saying, "There are men here to see you. The important ones."