"Sit," Ryan says after dismissing his employees, though, half of them are still loitering the hallways, peering in through the glass panels of Ryan's office to see what happens next.
What I do next.
I keep my gaze fixed on Ryan's table, folding my trembling hands together so he doesn't see how shaken I am by my own actions.
"Amber, sit."
I raise my gaze from the table to meet his of stark blue. I search his eyes for the judgement, disdain and anger I had half expected to see, but there is only fatigue there.
I let out a shuddering breath and lower myself to the oddly comfortable chair. "Sorry," I mutter under my breath, feeling all shades of stupid.
"That doesn't cut it!" he suddenly snaps and I jerk in surprise at the anger that has taken over his features. His palms slam onto his t
