Emily's POV
I followed Victor into his study, my legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The door closed behind us with a soft click that sounded as final as a judge's gavel.
Jenkins followed us in, positioning himself near the doorway with his usual professional composure. But I saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes darted between Victor and me with barely concealed concern.
Victor wheeled himself behind his desk, putting that barrier of polished mahogany between us. When he finally looked up, his face was a mask of cold fury that made my blood run cold.
"Do you have any idea," he began, his voice deceptively quiet, "what you've done tonight?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, silencing me.
