"How about we start the meeting with that?"
Ashley's gaze settled on Gustav and Lukas, seated in the middle section of the table.
Both men looked back at her with quiet surprise.
It was the first time either of them had seen anger on her face — real anger. They were used to Ashley being ridiculous, unpredictable, impossible to take seriously. Seeing her stare at them with cold, sharp eyes made them go still.
She was angry. But not at them.
Even with everything she had reason to hold against them — Lukas especially — her fury wasn't directed their way at all. It was on the cuffs around their wrists and ankles, pinning them in place like convicted men. And on the people who had put them there.
Gustav drew a slow breath and lowered his head. Lukas could only stare at her as if he were seeing her for the first time.
Ashley exhaled quietly and arched a brow at the men around the table. "Well?"
