The rest of the day flew by.
The words on my screen swam together, refusing to make sense, even though I attempted to focus on my work.
My mind kept returning to Tyler's icy stare, his accusatory voice, and the pile of incriminating papers strewn across his desk.
How had this all happened?
Despite my best efforts, I was unable to get rid of the dread that had taken hold of my stomach. Tyler truly thought I was capable of betraying both him and the business. It was absurd.
I wouldn't. I couldn't do that kind of thing. However, what if I was unable to prove my innocence? What if I was unable to protect myself after all of this?
I tried to rub away the headache that was forming behind my eyes by pressing my fingers to my temples.
I started as my desk phone rang, the sudden, crisp
