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EMILY’S POV.
I took a step back, but he covered the distance between us in mere seconds. He towered over me, and I tried to push him away, but he held my arm strongly.
“I want us to talk in my room.” He said, and I jerked my arm out of his, hard.
“Why can’t we talk here? Is there anyone stopping you? Why does a secretary have to go into your bedroom to talk?” I shot at him, and his eyes continued to have that dangerous glint in them.
Then he successfully backed me into the wall. He moved so fast that I couldn’t even think. All I did was reverse, trying to get out of his way, and I hit the wall hard. I gave a little pained gasp, and my hand went to the back of my head.
“Why do we have to go into my room to talk? Do you have any cause to question me?” He asked, giving me a condescen
