Liam's POV
I could sense trouble the instant I walked through the lobby doors.
The way my staff exchanged nervous glances and avoided direct eye contact told me everything I needed to know. Security guards shifted uncomfortably at their posts, and the usual morning chatter had died to whispers.
Only one person could create this kind of atmosphere without even trying.
When Ryan intercepted me at the elevator bank, his face was drained of color, eyes darting around like a cornered animal seeking escape.
My expression hardened as I studied him. My jaw tensed, fists clenching at my sides as rage coursed through me. Part of me wanted to grab him by the throat and slam him against the marble wall until he stopped breathing.
He had made her cry.
That single fact burned in my mind. I was furious that this pathetic excuse for a man still held enough power over Vivian to reduce her to tears. I didn't care that their relationship had only ended weeks ago.
