Amelia’s POV
“Amelia hold on!” a voice echoes from behind me, but I ignore it as intended.
The glass door of the boardroom swings shut behind me with a sharp hiss as I storm into the hallway, sealing in the murmurs and the faint smell of stale coffee.
My heels strike the marble hallway too fast, too loud, but neither of that makes me slow down. The pile of notes in my grip digs into my palm as I hurry through the hallway. Ignoring the familiar voice calling out to me from behind.
“Amelia—” Eric’s voice follows me. A second later his hand closes lightly around my arm just above the elbow. “Wait.”
I whirl around instantly, panting so hard like I’d been running for hours.
“Don’t,” I snap, jerking free. “Not right now.”
His jaw flexes but he keeps his tone even as he stands up close in
