Amelia’s POV
The door to my car slams harder than I mean it to, the sound echoing across the parking lot like a gunshot. The heat lingering in the air sticks to my skin, but it's nothing compared to the rage in my head.
I take in a slow breath staring at Dominic’s company building ahead of me—-sleek glass and steel, all sharp lines and gleaming surfaces. The kind of place meant to intimidate, to remind you that the man inside owns the ground you're standing on.
I stared up at it for a long moment, my jaw clenched, replaying every smug word he fed to the press. As I hurry up the elevator leading to his office, my hands curl into fists at my sides.
Without any hesitation, I stride towards the entrance, the rapid click of my heels slicing through the silence in the hallway.
Surprisingl
