298 - From the ashes: Deception?

In front of the closed door, Cynthia could not help but remember the cold answer Michael had given her the day she saw the letter.

*Would I be so passive if I knew? This was your idea, and this is now that you arrive, almost an hour later?*

Cynthia took a deep breath and pushed her nails deeper into her palms, trying to forget her encounter with the police that evening.

At the side, Blandon exhaled, and turned to her, color coming back to his face:

"Miss Harsh, the CEO is busy. If you have anything you need help with, you can speak with our COO. This way, please."

Cynthia whipped her head toward the source of the voice and glared at the poor assistant. She fixed her eyes on him, as if to see beyond him and look at the shadow of his superior, before she took a deep breath, and turned toward where Blandon's hand was pointing at.