Now, tell me the Truth!
Walking toward the office, swathed in a black pair of jeans and a yellow shirt that reached her thighs, Diana swallowed nervously. Her blonde hair was left falling all the way past her shoulders.
Mr. Sergey had called her over, and she wasn't sure why. But she very well knew it wasn't for a good reason.
Knocking, she opened the door the second Mr. Sergey permitted her, shutting it close behind her.
There at the desk, Mr. Sergey sat, fingers interlocked, and his back leaned comfortably against the black office chair. His dark, short hair was brushed back in neat waves, and his deep blue eyes were peering at Diana.
"Come closer, Diana, and sit," he ordered.
Diana nodded, taking steps toward him. She gingerly sat down and lowered her gaze to her thighs, unwilling to meet his cruel blue eyes. Caesar's eyes were the only pearls she'd loved looking into—none other than them.