Ethan pov
"Is there a problem here?" I asked, my voice cutting through the lobby.
I didn't wait for an answer. I took in the entire scene in less than two seconds.
I saw the way Olivia stood. Her shoulders were pulled back tight, her feet planted firm on the marble floor, but her hands were clasped so hard her knuckles were completely white. Her eyes were wide, filled with a deep, quiet terror that she was fighting with everything she had.
Then I looked at the man standing in front of her.
He wore a tailored charcoal suit and a polite, charming smile. But his posture was aggressive. He was leaning forward, invading her space, his fingers still half-extended as if he had just tried to grab her. It was the look of a man who believed he owned everything in the room.
I knew that look. I
