Andrea’s POV
I paced the room, my fingers repeatedly interlocking and unlocking for the past twenty-five minutes.
“Can you please sit down, Andrea? You’re making me dizzy,” Erin said, her tone sharp with frustration.
“Shut up, Erin. I’m trying to think.” I paused mid-step to glare at her, then resumed pacing. “Let me get this straight—you work for my Dad.” It wasn’t a question. “You’ve been spying on me, feeding information to the one man I hate most in the world!” My voice cracked, the anger I’d been suppressing finally boiling over. “And to think I actually felt bad for how cold I’ve been to you! Oh, my God!”
“Everything isn’t as it seems, Andrea. Please, just sit down and let me explain!” Erin pleaded, stretching her hands toward me.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” I snapped, my voice
