Allyson's POV
I jabbed the elevator button repeatedly, my pulse hammering against my ribs. Late. I was actually late for Michael's emergency meeting. The notification had arrived at six in the morning, demanding my presence by eight sharp. This had to be deliberate - another one of his twisted power plays designed to watch me stumble.
Usually, I prided myself on punctuality, but after the hellish week I'd endured, even basic functions felt like climbing mountains. When I finally burst through the boardroom doors, Michael sat like a king at the table's head, his presence commanding the entire space. My stomach dropped as I scanned the empty chairs around him.
Where was everyone else?
I crept toward the furthest seat possible, desperate to maintain maximum distance between us. The man was dangerous enough when I could think clearly - being alone with him this early was asking for trouble.
