Emily’s POV

The heavy steel door of the Walker HQ roof banged shut behind me, cutting off the howling wind and leaving Ethan standing alone on the 40th-floor helipad beside Daniel’s black helicopter.

My heart was doing wild flips in my chest, but as I walked down the emergency concrete stairs back to the executive suite, a strange, intoxicating rush of freedom washed over me. I had finally severed the cord.

When I stepped back into Daniel’s private office, he was sitting behind his mahogany desk as if nothing had happened, reviewing a fresh set of financial reports. He looked up, his silver-gray eyes tracking me as I walked over...