Lorelei’s POV
My blood turned to ice.
Oh my God.
The office fell so quiet it was almost unbearable.
I couldn’t move. I could only stand there in front of his desk, staring at him while my heart threatened to pound straight out of my chest.
Did I use my work email? How did that message end up on his phone? Is he involved somehow?
My mind raced through one terrifying possibility after another.
Please tell me I’m not completely f****d.
Before I could explain myself, he lifted his gaze to mine. Irritation and disbelief were written plainly across his face.
“I sent you an email asking whether you’d booked my flights for the Tokyo meeting later this month,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Care to explain why this was the reply I received?”
The pill was hitting me like a freight
