Leo's POV
I crushed the cigarette butt into the overflowing ashtray, the newly sprouted stubble on my jaw scratching my palm uncomfortably. Running an agitated hand through my already disheveled hair, I paced the confines of my cramped apartment.
The morning's events replayed in my mind like a nightmare on loop: Sylvia's ice-cold stare, the way she'd flipped me over her shoulder with effortless precision, the snickering colleagues watching my humiliation...
Each memory stabbed at my pride. I, Leo, had been with Frostline Enterprises for years. When had I ever suffered such degradation?
"This can't stand," I muttered, stalking back and forth in the tiny space. "That little b***h thinks she can treat me like that? I'll show her—"
My phone's shrill ring cut through my cursing
