Zane dropped his pen, his eyes softening with deep concern as he took in her shallow breathing. "What is wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I inhaled strong pollen on my way," she wheezed, perfectly playing the part. "It looks like it's triggering my asthma. I can't breathe."
Her chest rose and fell heavily, body going tense that had Zane panicked.
"Then take your medication," Zane urged.
"My medication... I need water," she whimpered, her hands frantically scrambling through her bag.
Zane yanked himself up from his seat and rushed to the mini-fridge. He grabbed a chilled bottle of water and hurried back.
As he reached her side, Maura mischievously shifted her bag, deliberately shoving his phone off the desk.
Crack!
The sound echoed through the room like a mistake.
Zane's expression darkened as he saw his phone on the marble floor, the screen shattered and blurred with distorted colors. It was unreadable.
