"... So you have planned this all along…"
He wiggled his wrist, loosening the cuff of his white inner sleeves, then smacked his forehead.
"That's what I wanted to write."
"Care to tell me why?" He then furrowed his eyebrows. "Didn't we talk about it yesterday not to meddle with this point of view? You could've made the Heroine's point of view, but you chose this!"
His tone went sharp and icy, but never did she flinch as she saw it coming. With that fiery gaze of hers, Tyler threw his head back to the swivel office chair with a deep groan.
"Do you want to push your way through this?"
"I'm confident."
Tyler scoffed, meandering his eyes quickly, then glared at her.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Nathalie. Not only is your reputation at stake, but so does the rest of this company. Let me remind you how much you would have to lose."
Upon hearing his words, it caused a slow wave of terror coursing through her body. She couldn't even gulp as to how her throat went dry and all.
