Tristan's POV:

What the hell is going on? She looks a wreck.

I watch her from where I'm standing, talking to Clara. Her hand is shaking as it hovers over the keyboard. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath.

Her shoulders are hunched over as if she's close to crumbling. Everything inside me wants to run over to her and catch her in my arms before she falls, even my toes are inching towards her.

Except, I can't.

I'm her boss, not her friend and ...