NOAH
Leaning over the cold porcelain sink in the staff restroom, I turned the tap on full blast and splashed cupped handfuls of freezing water straight onto my face.
The shock hit my skin like needles, but it barely cleared the suffocating fog in my head. I grabbed a paper towel, pressing it against my wet face, my chest heaving in the quiet, sterile room.
My brain refused to shut the fuck up.
I was furious. I was beyond furious.
I wanted to march back into Cassian's private office, throw his heavy mahogany desk through the window, and scream until my lungs gave out.
The sheer, shameless hypocrisy of that man was unbelievable.
After months of dragging me into dark corners, after bending me over his furniture, after treating our entire arrangement like his own personal playground where rules didn't apply, he had the nerve to stand in the hallway and lecture me about corporate decorum?
He was unreasonable. He was a tyrant. He was an absolute, unmitigated piece of shit.
