Juliette POV
I didn’t remember the drive to Harrison’s office; all I knew was the pounding of my heart and the overwhelming fire raging within me. The message he’d sent was burned into my mind, every word a dagger that fueled my fury. I wasn’t afraid anymore—I was done being afraid.
Bursting through the revolving glass doors of his pristine office building, I ignored the stares and gasps of the staff. Harrison’s secretary tried to stop me, her face pale with alarm.
“Mrs. Carter, you can’t go in there!” she exclaimed, rising from her desk.
The sound of Harrison’s name made my blood boil even more, “Don’t you ever call me that. I’m Juliette”.
Then she said in a low voice, “Please Mrs Juliette you can’t go in there!”
“Watch me,” I snapped, storming toward his office without breaking str
