ANDREA’S POV
The black privacy partition slid up with a soft mechanical whir, sealing us completely into the back of the limousine. The exact moment the glass clicked firmly into place, the atmosphere in the car shifted instantly from merely tense to entirely suffocating.
Scooting as far away from Maxwell as the leather seat would possibly allow, pressing my shoulder hard against the cool window offered some distance. Shaking visibly, this time it certainly wasn't from fear; rather, it stemmed from a pure and white-hot anger completely unfelt since the day I first walked into his office to demand the money.
Maxwell sat rigidly on the other side of the bench seat. Staring straight ahead with his jaw clenched so incredibly tight that the muscle actively jumped beneath his skin, his left h
