A maid rushed into Henry’s room, alarmed by the crash of his phone hitting the wall.

“Sir, I hope nothing is wrong?” she stammered.

Henry’s head snapped toward her, his tone sharp as a blade.

“Who let you in? Did I say something happened? Get lost!”

The maid gasped at the harshness in his voice. She scrambled out, shutting the door so fast it nearly pinched her fingers.

Henry sank back into his chair, chest rising with fury.

*****

“Roselia, please—let me go. For God’s sake, okay?” Mia pleaded softly, tugging at her friend’s arm.

Roselia’s eyes narrowed. “And you should listen to me too, for John’s sake. Can’t you...