Celia's POV
"What the f**k are you doing in my office?" he growled in my face.
I tried to answer but he was squeezing my neck so tight that I couldn't answer him. I couldn't breathe. I grabbed at his arms and tried to get him to let go of me, but it didn't work. I scratched him and swung my arms trying to hit him, but his reach was further than mine. Just as black spots took over my vision, he threw me on the ground where I hunched over sucking as much oxygen as I could.
He turned the lights on and stood over me watching me trying to catch my breath again. The look on his face told me that he was pissed, and this was a mistake.
"Now tell me what the f**k you are doing in my office?" he seethed out at me. I could see the look in his eyes, and he wanted to do so much more than just yell
