Fiona's lips pressed into a thin line. "Unavailable for half an hour?"
"For the foreseeable future," Henry corrected calmly.
Her eyes narrowed. "Doing what exactly?"
Henry smiled again, this time far too pleasantly. "Working."
"On what?"
"Company matters," he replied without hesitation.
Fiona scoffed. "You expect me to believe that?"
"I expect you to accept it," Henry said, his tone still polite but unmistakably firm.
For a brief moment, the two stared at each other, neither willing to yield. Fiona straightened her posture, clearly preparing to push past him.
Henry stepped sideways, blocking her path with effortless precision.
"I'm afraid I'll have to insist," he added lightly, "that you leave the premises. Mr. Clafford will not be meeting anyone today."
Fiona's jaw clenched. "You're crossing a line, Henry."
"On the contrary," he replied smoothly, "I'm guarding it."
The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken threats.
