~CELINE'S POV~

A lump formed in my throat as my eyes locked with Hunter's.

"Please, God. Don't let this be the end of my job." I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I reached for the door handle.

"Open it," he ordered, his voice sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.

I did as I was told, stepping aside as he walked in. His eyes scanned the room, his touch grazing surfaces as he moved around, quiet and calculating. I had worked tirelessly to turn this disaster into something ...