Allyson's POV
I slammed the cardboard box down on the pristine desk, watching my belongings scatter across the polished surface with satisfaction. Papers fluttered to the floor, and I didn't care.
This office was everything I had ever dreamed of. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, offering a breathtaking panorama of the city skyline. The space was three times larger than my cramped cubicle downstairs, complete with modern furniture and that new-office smell that usually thrilled me.
But right now, all I felt was rage.
Michael's weekend tenderness had vanished completely. The man who had held me close and whispered reassurances was nowhere to be found. In his place stood the ruthless CEO I knew too well, issuing commands like I was still some naive teenager he could push around.
He hadn't even asked if I was okay after everything that happened. Instead, he simply ordered my relocation to his floor like I was a piece of furniture to be rearranged.
