The office was empty, but not for long. The echo of Jaxon's footsteps still resonated on the walls when I dropped the weight of my body onto the chair. My hands were trembling; not from fear, but from a rage so pure and scorching that I could barely contain it. I closed my eyes, searching for a shred of calm, something that could anchor me before the internal chaos consumed me completely.
The computer screen was still on in front of me, and the damn video continued playing on loop. Damian, with that arrogant smile I so detested, was too close to her. His hand brushed against Eliza's bare arm, and my blood boiled like lava. She smiled, a shy but genuine smile, and that was like a dagger straight to my heart. How could she allow herself to smile at him like that? How could she look at him with those bright eyes I believed were reserved only for me?
