Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"Wait... Don," I called out, while my voice was barely above a whisper, but he did not stop. He did not even acknowledge me. He just kept walking, his back was facing me as if I was not worth his time. My frustration boiled over, and before I could stop myself, the words flew out of my mouth.
"Don, we need to talk!" The words echoed through the hallway, louder than I had intended, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I instantly regretted the sharpness in my tone. The Don stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly, he turned around, his eyes burning with fury. I had never seen him look at me like that before — like I had crossed an invisible line.
"Who gave you the right to raise your voice at me?" He thundered, while
