Zander Kash
The silence hanging between us in the darkened foyer was suffocating.
Collin stared at me as if I had lost my mind. The shock on his face lasted only a second before it hardened into cold, absolute disgust.
"My private life," Collin said, each syllable biting and precise, "is none of your business."
A rational man would have backed down. A CEO responsible for thousands of employees would have recognized the massive professional boundary he had just obliterated. But standing there in the dim entryway, watching Collin defend the man who had just been laughing in his space, every shred of my carefully practiced discipline disintegrated.
"I have a right to know who comes into my house," I pushed back, trying desperately to drape the question in logic. "Ethan was in my kitchen.
