Chapter 2
At that moment The girl’s voice trembled as she whispered, "Cora..."
Then Cora’s eyes narrowed. She knew that voice.
Emily, James’ secretary.
The same woman who always smiled politely at her in public, acting loyal and harmless. The same woman who handled all of James’ calls, his schedules—and now, apparently, his body too.
Immediately James scrambled, grabbing his trousers and yanking them up. His hands fumbled with the zipper as his face twisted with irritation rather than guilt.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he barked. "Didn’t you say you had an appointment with your therapist today?"
Upon hearing what James just saud, Cora’s fingers curled tightly around the armrest of her wheelchair. Her face darkened—slowly, coldly—until even the dim light in the room seemed to shy away from her presence.
She raised her head and stared directly at him.
"So now I need permission to walk into my own bedroom?" Her voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that came just before a storm.