Ace Copeland's POV
In a split second, my office was left behind as I sprinted out, propelled by a mix of dread and determination to catch up with her. The gravity of the situation pressed upon me, urging me to intervene before the consequences spiraled out of control.
In the dimly lit room, tension hung thick in the air like an impending storm. The words "Ace, believe me, she found out on her own... I..." struggled to escape Pam's trembling lips, a feeble attempt to deny the audacious actions she had taken. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, avoiding my piercing gaze.
I, standing there with a mix of disbelief and anger etched on my face, held Pam's hand tightly as if attempting to anchor her in a reality she had carelessly disrupted. The weight of unspoken warnings lingered in the room, a haunting reminder of the caution I had desperately tried to instill in her.
