~CELINE’S POV~
A lump formed in my throat as my eyes locked with Hunter’s.
“Please, God. Don’t let this be the end of my job.”
I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I reached for the door handle.
“Open it,” he ordered, his voice sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.
I did as I was told, stepping aside as he walked in. His eyes scanned the room, his touch grazing surfaces as he moved around, quiet and calculating.
I had worked tirelessly to turn this disaster into something spotless. And he saw it. I knew he did.
For a brief moment, he nodded, and a flicker of hope sparked in my chest. Maybe—just maybe—he was impressed.
But then he turned, and whatever softness I thought I saw was gone. His expression was cold, his stare sharp enough to slice right through me.
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