Ryder POV

I watch Jolie leave my office, her shoulders tight with tension, and I want to follow her. Want to fix this immediately.

But I force myself to stay put.

She needs space, time to process. Chasing her right now will only make things worse.

The door opens five minutes later. Knox fills the frame, his expression grim.

"We need to talk." He closes the door behind him. "Now."

I lean back in my chair. "About?"

"About the fact that your mate just ran out of here crying." Knox crosses his ...