"Both of you, stop." Rose's voice crashed through the tension like a thunderclap, and the two bodies, once thrashing, now still, responded to its authority.
She strode forward, each deliberate step punctuated by the sharp knock of her red heels against the polished floor. The rhythmic sound overshadowed the ragged breaths of Felix and Collins, filling the space with an air of quiet dominance.
Collins' chest rose and fell in heavy, labored breaths, his body rigid with unspent fury. His lips curled into a sneer as he turned toward Rose. "If you don't get rid of him, forget about me helping you with the negotiation."
His words were venomous, spit out with the kind of resentment that lingers long after the speaker has left the room. Rose pivoted toward him, her crimson gaze locking onto his with an intensity that could shatter glass.
