Third Person POV
For the first time, annoyance flickered in her expression. She picked up the phone and pressed a button.
"This is Belle Whitmore," she said calmly. "Send security to my office."
Noah's stomach dropped.
"You wouldn't—"
Her eyes locked on his. "Try me."
Noah stared at her, throat tightening. He wanted to laugh, to believe she was bluffing, but Belle's expression didn't waver. Calm. Steady. Dangerous.
"Belle, don't do this," he said, voice trembling now. "I'm not some stranger you can toss out. We were everything once."
Her fingers drummed lightly against the desk as she watched him. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes they were sharp enough to slice through him.
