Tony’s POV
I was in the office, but my mind just wouldn’t settle. No matter how many times I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. I leaned back in my chair and let out a frustrated groan, grabbing the nearest pile of documents and tossing them aside. Papers flew across the table, fluttering all over to the floor.
“Uhhhhhhh,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my jaw. “That filthy rat! Living off my company’s blood! And now she dares to walk away like I’m some trash that doesn’t matter?”
I slammed my palm on the desk and leaned forward, shaking my head. “No, no, no… she doesn’t get to do this. Not after everything.”
My voice echoed around the office walls. It was Saturday—of all days—and the office felt strangely hollow without her presence. Normally, by this hour,
