[Hazel]
The Following Day...
I was at my desk, buried in the chaos left behind by the new—ahem-b***h—CEO, fingers sore from typing and mind fraying at the edges, when Elijah’s voice cracked through the air like a lightning strike.
“Hazel!” he roared, which made me flinch. The door slammed open with a violent thud as he barreled inside, a force of nature wrapped in a tailored suit. His presence sucked the air out of the room. His eyes—bloodshot and blazing—locked onto me with a fire that made my spine stiffen.
His fists were clenched at his sides, shoulders tense as steel cables, and his jaw was set so rigidly I swore I could hear the bones grinding. “What in the absolute f**k did you do?” he yelled again, flinging his arm out as if ready to hurl something across the room.
“Ah... um,
