The heavy oak doors of the library hadn't even fully settled into their frame before the "heartbroken" look vanished from Jay's face. The trembling in his hands stopped instantly. He reached up with the back of his hand, casually wiping away a stray, fake tear with a bored expression.
A low, dark chuckle vibrated from the shadows near the fireplace.
Jay didn't jump. He just turned, a sharp, predatory glint in his eyes as he saw Roman leaning against the wall, watching him; he had stayed to watch the performance.
"You really think that was real?" Jay asked, his voice no longer breaking. He let out a sharp, melodic laugh that echoed through the high-ceilinged room.
He walked back to the desk, his movements confident. He picked up the thick envelope, feeling the weight of the documents, Jay expected more and Roman delivered. He fanned out the papers: Voting Shares in Roman's Subsidiary Firm.
