Stella's POV

"You can sit," I said, gesturing toward the couch. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you."

I sat across from him and laced my fingers together in my lap, trying to hide the fact that they might start shaking again.

"I honestly have no idea what we're supposed to talk about, Mr. Winter," I began, forcing my voice not to sound afraid. "Unless you plan on sending me to prison for sneaking into your company with a fake résumé and diploma six years ago."

He lifted