Stinson POV.

I was sitting at the computer desk dealing with my work when Quinn, my assistant, suddenly ran in the office.

"President, something happened! Miss... Bella... she slits her wrists!"

"What?"

Slitting her wrists? What the hell was she thinking?

I was stunned for a moment and began to feel the nerves in my forehead twitching and the pain bouncing around in my head like a bouncing ball.

I finally felt a little better today, and yet this damn woman kept making trouble. I just find it hard to believe that she would actually cut her wrist.

I tried to breathe deeply, hoping that would help to ease my...