Justin's POV
The silence in the wake of the slammed car door was more deafening than any boardroom argument, any screaming match, any accusation. It was a vacuum, sucking the air from my lungs and the warmth from the leather seats.
Anne Idia.
The name echoed in the confined space, a mantra of shock and a curse of fate. The woman from the club. The woman from my bed. The woman who had haunted my every waking thought for two weeks was Anne Idia. The new Financial Analyst. My new Financial Analyst.
My fingers, still resting on the steering wheel, tightened until the knuckles turned white. I stared, unseeing, at the polished concrete pillar in front of me. The world had just tilted on its axis, and I was the only one who knew it.
No wonder I had the nudge to go to the office Friday evenin
