Samantha and I exchanged glances. Her face had a look that said 'Uh-oh.'
Uh-oh, indeed. The tension in the air was so thick, that I could have sworn a knife could not cut through it. My eyes were still fixed on the face of Ryan, who was smiling coyly at me. I had no idea what was going on.
"What is going on, Sir?" I said, voicing my thoughts out. "How... how about Miss Dupont-"
Rye raised his hand, deliberately cutting me off. His eyes darted to Samantha and then he looked back to me. "Let's have this talk in my office," he said.
I felt my hands ball into fists, and my heart was beating faster than ever. What the hell was going on?
"Come," he said, beckoning me to follow him, with a smile on his face. He spun on his heel and walked through the door.
I stared unbelievingly for a secon
