GREGORY’s POV

My senses heightened as Richard's hands moved lower. My breath caught but my brain couldn't stop working. I yanked his hands off rapidly and headed towards the door but his voice stopped me.

“You can leave,” he said, his voice casual, like he was asking me to pass him a folder, “but you might as well lose your job.”

My breath caught in my chest but my hands clenched at my sides. “What do you mean, Mr. Brown?” I asked without looking back.

“At the snap of my fingers, I can get you dismissed from my company.”

I scoffed. “Was that supposed to be a threat?”

“Gregory,” he...