Pablo, standing slightly behind her, let out a quiet chuckle, which only added fuel to the fire.
Romero shot him a deadly look. “Find something funny, Mister Pablo?”
Pablo raised his hands defensively. “Not at all, boss.” He glanced between them, his amusement fading into the tension. “I’ll take my leave now,” he said, nodding toward Romero before stepping out.
As soon as the door closed behind him, the room felt smaller for Carmen. She crossed her arms over her chest, meeting Romero’s gaze head-on.
“Why are you suddenly acting like this? You’ve never cared if I’m here with you before. What changed?” Carmen inquired, her voice filled with curiosity.
Romero wheeled his chair closer, his gaze focused on her. “Because I need you here, Carmen. Be here when you’re supposed to be,” he said, his voice lowering dangerously.