TRISHA'S POV
My vision blurred as I watched Nolan belittle himself before Rubby. Earlier that morning, when he was asked to get coffee for everyone, I felt so ashamed of myself and so angry at Rubby. How she managed to get all the good things kept baffling me. Now she had the position I always wanted, yet she still attracted both men to herself leaving with nothing.
Nolan came back inside a few minutes later, fuming. He walked inside the office and sat quietly, but his breathing was hard as though he fought with three able-bodied men.
Suddenly I heard a sharp sound.
The sharp sound of Nolan’s palm slamming against my desk made me flinch.
I looked up, meeting his furious gaze, but I didn’t care. Not when I knew the reason he was furious.
"What do you want?" I asked, my tone dripping
