(Julia POV)
I am hunched over my desk, shuffling papers that do not mean squat anymore, when the boardroom door bangs open down the hall. Andrew charges out, his face flushed dark, veins popping at his temples. He is coming fast, too damn fast, tearing down the corridor like a runaway truck. Luke is ahead, stepping out of his office with a coffee, clueless. Andrew does not brake, he plows right into him, nearly flattening him. Coffee flies, splashing the floor in a black mess.
Luke reels back, smacking the wall to stay up. "Whoa," he starts, but Andrew is already on him. He grabs his collar with both fists, hauls him up, and slams him into the plaster. The c***k rings out, hard, nasty.
"You let this happen," Andrew snarls, his voice low and jagged, like he is chewing glass.
Luke's hand
