Fiona’s POV
Wilson Archer looks like a dangerous man. His suit is impeccable and he wears his age like a medal. His face is covered with a thick beard, neatly trimmed according to the latest style. I try to not feel anything as I look at him but something inside me makes me a nervous mess.
Like I am a little child facing off a grown up.
Still, I mask my feelings and level him with the accusation.
“You’re behind all of this, aren’t you, Mr. Archer?” I ask, even as a silly part inside of me hopes he will deny it.
At my words, he looks at me like I am a fly he wants to swat away. Like I am here just to waste his time.
“Yes, Miss Fiona, the media outlets were following my orders.” He replies easily, not even bothering to deny the accusations, leaving me utterly shocked.
“After all, you
