EVA'S POV
Walking into Clark’s office felt like walking into a storm I had personally invited.
The receptionist barely looked up when I entered, but my heart was already pounding so hard it felt like it might expose me.
I could hear my own breathing as I walked down the hallway, heels clicking against the floor like they were announcing my arrival louder than I wanted.
When I stepped inside his office, Clark was standing by the window, his back to me.
He turned slowly.
And just like that, every bit of confidence I had rehearsed on the way here wavered.
“What are you doing here, Eva?” he asked sharply.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was cold enough to sting although I was weirdly expecting every bit of his coldness.
He didn’t ask me to sit.
“I already told my accounts department
