Chapter 121: Kiss

'MIA CRAFT' Her name straight out of the king of hell froze her whole being. She felt her blood rush to the brain by the fright without daring to move even a bit.

She heard the fingers rhythmically tapping on the floor but those rhythms felt like her last call for life, it was too deadly raising her heart beats like it was on a marathon of hundreds of miles without an end to it. 

She somehow knew she was testing Leon's Harmon patience and she should respond to him but she couldn't bring herself to do it either. Her mind was alarming her repeatedly saying whether she turned to face him or not, it was her end, he was more dangerous than she could even think of anyone could be.

The seconds ticked off but there was no movement in the office other than Leon Harmon's fingers gracefully waving up and down on the arm of the leather chair creating a cold tone in the silent room. However each second felt like hours and years to Mia Craft.