Gabriella's POV

I bent down quickly, picking my glasses off the floor. My hands were trembling so badly I nearly dropped them again. I slid them back on, hiding my face like a shield.

John’s voice was sharp behind me. His tall frame towering over me.

“Did he do that to you?” His tone was low, he sounded like he was ready to break a few bones.

I froze but didn’t answer. If I opened my mouth, I would break down, I didn't want to be seen crying by my own boss. I didn't know what he ...