The double doors of Barton Enterprises slammed open with a bang, making every employee in the hallway freeze mid-step. Richard Barton stormed through like a hurricane, dragging Annabelle by the wrist. Gasps echoed, whispers followed, and a few stunned secretaries exchanged wide-eyed glances.
He didn't care.
His jaw was clenched, the muscle ticking violently, and his grip on her arm was like a vice. Annabelle stumbled after him, heels clicking against the marble floor, eyes darting to the spectators lining the corridor.
"Richard-let go! You're hurting me!" she snapped, but he didn't even flinch.
He kicked his office door open and shoved her inside.
She lost her balance and hit the ground hard, palms scraping against the floor as her folder slid across the tiles. The moment her body hit
