Author's POV
The sound of a fist slamming against the desk echoed through the office as John swept everything to the floor with a violent crash. Blue veins popped across his neck and face as rage consumed him.
His assistant stood frozen nearby, not daring to breathe wrong.
"Mr. John," she finally ventured in a small voice. "Please calm down. What's happened?"
Her voice seemed to pull John back from the edge of his fury, if only for a split second.
"How f*****g dare she?" he snarled through clenched teeth. "Tell me, what gives Sylvia Frost the balls to pull this s**t?"
The thought sent another surge of fury ripping through him. In his mind, Sylvia had always been his to control. His to manipulate.
How dare this b***h just walk away and find someone else the second thi
