"Sit," Ryan says after dismissing his employees, though, half of them are still loitering the hallways, peering in through the glass panels of Ryan's office to see what happens next.

What I do next.

I keep my gaze fixed on Ryan's table, folding my trembling hands together so he doesn't see how shaken I am by my own actions.

"Amber, sit."

I raise my gaze from the table to meet his of stark blue. I search his eyes for the judgement, disdain and anger I had half ...