Voren had stayed away on purpose. After that morning in the outlands, the way she had put her sunglasses back on and thanked him like he was a business associate who had held a door open for her, Voren had made a decision. Give her space. Let her breathe. Don't be the thing that makes her uncomfortable.
And he had kept to it for days.
But he missed her, told himself that was the only reason he was here was because of the proposal. Five hundred billion deal was a good enough reason to be let into her office.
When her secretary informed him that Seraphine was in her office with Corvine, something dropped in his chest that he didn't have a clean name for. Heavy and uninvited and completely unreasonable. He stood outside the door for maybe three seconds, then pushed it open without knocking.
