"Cancel the rest of my afternoon. Yes, all of it. Have David handle the financial review. Something urgent came up."
William's voice was a low, uncompromising growl as he spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece, his left hand gripping the steering wheel of his SUV with white-knuckled intensity.
He didn't even wait for Timmy's confirmation before cutting the call, plunging the leather-bound cabin of the car back into a heavy, suffocating silence. He had completely ditched the office. The formidable CEO who never missed a meeting had walked right out of the building, guiding me into his private car before anyone could ask questions.
I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger window, staring blankly at the blur of Manhattan traffic. My throat felt raw, and my muscles were entirely weak, completely drained from the violent aftermath of the panic attack.
I felt so incredibly exposed.
