(Arata)
Miranda scrambled out of her seat, hearing his voice and her eyes darted from me to the door. I had no intention of letting him in, but Miranda was here, and his authority could be undermined.
"I should go," she murmured, moving towards the door and opening it.
Karsten stood in the doorway, occupying it with his gigantic presence and tall stature. His hand behind his back and those mysterious eyes finding me.
The perfect devil guised in a suit.
I didn't let that enigmatic gaze get to my head; I stared back uninterestedly.
"Sir!" Miranda politely nodded and quietly passed him to head to her office.
He acknowledged her with a slow nod of his head but his eyes remained zoomed on me in a silent plea. A plea to let him enter the office.
I let him squirm and didn't leave my seat, clasping my hands in front, I watched him with a challenge.
He brought his left hand forward, fisting it, he placed it on the doorframe and asked again with a slow flutter of his eyes.
