Allyson's POV
"Please, don't let me interrupt your little reunion."
Lisha's voice sliced through the air as she stepped into my office, each word dripping with calculated malice and barely concealed satisfaction.
I refused to grant her the reaction she craved.
My focus remained locked on Reagan, the architect of this disaster, the man whose reckless actions had delivered me straight into Lisha's vengeful hands.
Knowing her vindictive nature, this moment would become ammunition she'd use against me for weeks to come.
Reagan retreated several steps, his earlier arrogance crumbling into visible panic. His palms rose defensively. "Allyson, please let me explain—"
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Rage coursed through my voice like electricity. "You had the audacity to force yourself on me after I made it crystal clear you needed to stay away?"
He moved closer, his hand extending toward me, but I threw up both arms, creating an impenetrable barrier between us.
