NICOLE POV
Ian closes the distance between us in long, purposeful strides, each step radiating a terrifying kind of authority.
The director jerks his hands off me as though he's been burned.
But too late.
My ears are still ringing from Ian's thunderous voice.
Before I can even process what's happening, Ian reaches me, grabs my arm, and moves me firmly behind him. The protective gesture steals my breath.
His attention never leaves the director.
Neither does his fury.
In one swift movement, Ian wraps a hand around the director's throat and drives him backward.
A deafening c***k echoes through the office as the man's back slams against the wall.
The impact is so violent that the drywall caves inward, leaving a visible dent.
The director's polished shoes leave the floor, his legs ki
