Just as when the boys left, Kristoff entered the office with something unreadable in his face. He looked like he was mad but he was more worried than angry.
“Ashin,” He started as I went back to my chair.
I looked at him as I sat. “What’s up?” I asked him, trying to act cool and normal.
Kristoff gave me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.” He said.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “What are you apologizing for?” I asked innocently.
He leaned on my table with his hands. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” He said. “Chester told me everything.” He continued.
I nodded. “It’s all under control now.” I replied as I planned on how to kill Chester and Genevieve later. “We have found artists to model already.” I added.
Kristoff looked at me. I don’t know how to describe the look he gave me. Was it sorry?
