Page 159 of King of Sin
Without a word, he spun on his heel and strode toward the exit.
“Vincent!?”
Griffin called after him, quickening his pace immediately, but Vincent didn’t slow.
The distance between them grew with every step until Griffin’s voice and footsteps faded behind him, swallowed by the building’s cold silence.
***
At Han Industries, the executive floor was locked in the kind of silence that came only during high-stakes meetings.
Inside the glass-walled conference room, a presentation moved steadily across the large screen. Senior executives sat in disciplined rows around the long table, their attention fixed forward, their expressions carefully neutral. Every movement was restrained. Even the faint sound of a page turning or a pen shifting felt too loud in the stillness.
At the head of the table, Cassian sat perfectly composed.
One hand rested near the documents in front of him, posture straight, expression unreadable as his eyes followed the presentation without giving anything away. He looked in control—completely detached from anything that might disrupt him.
Until his phone rang with a specific ringtone.
His gaze shifted instantly.
Juliet.
Without hesitation, Cassian picked up the phone and answered, bringing it to his ear as the room subtly shifted—executives pretending not to notice, though every one of them had. No one dared react openly.
“Hello,” he said.
On the other end, Juliet’s voice came through bright and soft, carrying a warmth that felt completely separate from the rigid atmosphere around him.
“When are you coming home?”
Something in Cassian’s expression eased before he could stop it. The tension in his shoulders loosened by a fraction, so subtle it would have gone unnoticed by anyone who didn’t know him well. His grip on the phone softened as well.
“Three hours later,” he replied quietly.
A small pause followed.
Then Juliet spoke again, her tone lighter now.
“Alright then… I’ll wait for you. Come home early. I really miss you.”
His gaze lowered slightly, and his fingers tightened faintly around the phone before he forced himself to relax again.
When he finally spoke, his voice had dropped a shade lower. “Did something happen? Do you need anything?”
There was a brief silence on the line.
Then Juliet’s tone shifted—still soft, but now edged with irritation.
“What kind of question is that? I can’t just miss you without something happening?”
Cassian’s eyes flicked down to the table, then briefly across the room.
Only then did he fully register it.
Every executive was watching him.
The realization was immediate—and so was the reaction. Heads turned away at once. Papers were adjusted unnecessarily. Screens suddenly became fascinating. Anything to pretend they hadn’t been listening.
