Anna stumbled, her heels catching on the floor, but Nathan’s hands were there instantly to steady her. Across the room, Anthony’s jaw turned to stone, a small muscle twitching in his cheek.
“Are you okay?” Nathan asked. Anna offered a tight smile and a nod, her eyes lingering on him a second too long. Anthony’s fingers curled into a white-knuckled fist. Anna straightened her dress, forcing her shoulders back and hardening her gaze to hide the tremor in her hands. Nathan looked from Anna’s pale face to Anthony’s dark stare, the air between them thick enough to choke on.
“Do you know him?” Nathan whispered.
“Of course,” Anna said, her voice strained and overly formal. “He’s Anthony. My boss.” She forced a sharp, awkward grin. “Hey sir. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Come with me, Anna,” Anthon
