Emily’s POV

Ethan clicked the double mahogany doors shut. The loud snap echoed through the silent executive suite like a gunshot.

"Mr. Walker," Ethan started immediately, taking a step forward while still holding my hand tightly. His grip was firm, almost possessive. "About the video from campus... I know it looks sudden, but I wanted to show Emily—"

"Bring your quarterly financial reports to the desk, Ethan," Daniel interrupted. His voice was terrifyingly calm, completely stripped of any human warmth. He hadn't even put his phone down. The viral video of Ethan holding me against a backdrop of red roses was still playing on a loop against his dark desk...