Morana's Point Of View
Ethan scowled, his jaw tightening as he stood. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to say something, perhaps a final snide remark, a last attempt at regaining some control but he didn't. Instead, he grumbled under his breath and stormed out, his heavy footsteps echoing in the room as he shoved the door open.
I didn't watch him leave. I didn't need to.
I already knew he wouldn't back down so easily.
Ethan was too proud, too arrogant to accept defeat. This was just the beginning. He would find another way to challenge me, to undermine my authority.
Let him.
He was playing a game of chess with someone who had already anticipated his every move.
I exhaled, pushing back the irritation simmering inside me. There was no time to dwell on him. I had a company to run.
Reaching for the intercom, I pressed the button. "Call in the office assistant."
A minute later, a polite knock echoed from the door. "Come in," I called.
