Kendrick
The moment I stepped into the office and saw Gladys towering over Kimberly, her voice raised in a tone that reeked of arrogance and disrespect, something dark stirred inside me.
My wolf growled, low and menacing, urging me to put the woman in her place.
For a moment, I just stood there, fists clenched at my sides as I listened to the venom lacing Gladys’s words. Kimberly sat there, silent and composed, but I knew her well enough to recognize the tension in her shoulders, the slight tremble in her fingers as she gripped the file in her hands.
She was trying to hold her ground.
But no one—no one—spoke to my wife like that.
I cleared my throat, loud enough to make my presence known.
Gladys turned immediately, her face draining of color when she saw me standing in the doorway.
