KYL'S POV
The knock on my office door wasn’t polite, it was rash, the kind of knock meant to break a door off its hinges.
I barely had time to look up from the security footage looping on my screen before Brian stormed into my office, his tie loose, his jaw clenched, and something dangerous burning behind his eyes.
“Kyl,” he snapped, voice sharp as cut glass, “what the hell is going on?”
I leaned back in my chair slowly, deliberately, pretending to be calm, “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Don’t give me that corporate CEO bullshit,” he said, slamming the door shut behind him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, I am talking about Ivana.”
The mention of her name cracked the air like a whip.
I sat straighter, adjusting my tie “She’s fine.”
Brian stepped closer, tossing a fo
