Emily's POV
As I stood there, surrounded by the opulence of the hotel apartment, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Ethan's embrace had been a balm to my frazzled nerves, his words of encouragement a soothing salve to my battered soul.
I pulled back, my eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, I saw something there that gave me hope. It was a glimmer of understanding, a spark of connection that went beyond mere employer and employee.
"Thank you, Ethan," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a sense of safety in his presence. It was a strange feeling, one that I couldn't quite explain, but it was there nonetheless.
As we stood there, the tension between us was palpable. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his stare, and it made my heart race.
"Maybe you should resign as my assistant," Ethan said, his voice neutral. I felt a pang in my heart, and my mind raced.
