Grace's POV
The stress was crushing me from every angle. Rage consumed me so completely that I wanted to scream at anyone foolish enough to share the same oxygen.
I craved solitude—or at least solitude with someone I actually wanted around. My heart sank when I realized Carlos hadn't bothered getting out of his car, choosing instead to abandon me here.
'Did I make him uncomfortable?' The question gnawed at me. 'Of course I did. I screamed at Jacqueline and Holmes, threw around cutting remarks like weapons. I must've looked like some heartless harpy.'
Normally, I maintained strict professionalism. No matter what workplace crisis erupted, I rarely let my emotions hijack my composure.
But this situation was different.
Jacqueline was my friend, and her story broke something inside me.
