YVONNE'S P.O.V
I froze, and so did everyone in the conference room.
The blood flowing in my veins turned into ice —colder than Ice. The image and sound filled the room.
My finger tips were numb and fear kept me rooted to the spot
A man...a man with his tongue and face in between a woman's legs.
Oh God. Oh God!
Was that Mr Voss and me?
“Turn that off!” Prince Emri barked, half rising from his seat and his face red with anger. Princess Amaraia turned away, not looking at the screen
And Mr Voss... Mr Voss' entire face turned ashen.
My heart lurched into my throat and pins stung my eyes. I clicked furiously at the mousepad with trembling fingers, trying to close it, but the video expanded to full screen on its own, an explicit scene of a man in a delivery person's uniform making out
