NATE'S POV
"How could she do that? How could she f*****g do that?!!" I screamed, flinging the glass cup in front of me so hard that it smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.
I landed a violent kick to my desk, sending it tumbling down to the ground. There was so much pent up rage in me, I had to let it out somehow.
That f*****g b***h. Oh, how I wanted Clara's head on a platter. I couldn't believe she did that to me. I couldn't let her get away with it. I just wouldn't.
"Nate…" Isla called out to me, her voice shaky. She was standing at a corner of my office, trying to calm me down. But it proved usesless because I was irritated by the sight of her face. I wasn't in the mood to see anyone around me right now, least of all, Isla. She took a timid step toward me.
"Nate, ple
