Riya slipped her hand into her handbag and pulled out her phone, ready to snap the photos of the confidential documents. Just as her fingers hovered over the screen, she froze as she heard footsteps outside the office door.
Panic surged through her. In a flash, she closed the file and shoved it back into the drawer.
Click.
The door opened.
Riya stiffened, her heart thudding. She turned sharply toward the doorway, and her expression darkened when she saw who had walked in.
"Zara?" she muttered, brows knitting together.
Zara stood at the threshold, equally surprised. Her eyes narrowed as they fell on Riya standing dangerously close to Nathaniel's desk.
"You? What are you doing near Nathaniel's table?"
Dread pressed down on Riya's chest, but she buried it beneath a cool, haughty mask. Straightening her posture, she tossed her hair back and sat down on the chair as if she owned the place.
