Back in Kalix's office, his eyes remained fixed on the door. Sean, seated to the side, followed his gaze, a flicker of caution passing through his features. The tension in the room thickened—and the moment the door swung open and Winter stormed in, Sean instinctively straightened.
Kalix wouldn't have even known Winter had come to the office if he hadn't called James after she refused to turn on her phone. But now, seeing her ragged breathing and the fire in her eyes, he knew something had set her off.
With a subtle glance, Kalix signaled to Sean, who took the cue and quietly left the room, giving the couple some privacy.
"I just can't stand her," Winter snapped, striding toward the desk. She yanked a chair out and sank into it across from him, slamming her bag down onto the table with a heavy thud.
