Emma

Standing in his office, his cold gaze makes a shiver run down my spin. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth, making it hard to utter a word in defense.

“Now you're not talking?” he asks in a rough tone. “It seems you don't understand why you're here. You think you can just waltz in whenever you like? This company prides itself on punctuality to work!”

His face, a mask of rage, every word he says leaves a crack on the boldness I thought I had.

“Please,” I whisper, finding my voice but it shakes slightly. “It wasn't intentional, my car broke down, and it took...