Inside the break room, Laura Lowell looked at the fuming Zachary Redgrave, feeling like she'd talked herself hoarse. "Is it really that serious? It was just a first kiss."
"Say that again, I dare you! That was my first kiss, and it was supposed to be for my future wife! Some nobody just came and stole it! If I wasn't above hitting women, she would've died a horrible death."
Zachary Redgrave spat out every word through gritted teeth, the rage rampaging in his chest threatening to burst out of him.
After dragging the young assistant out, the manager returned.
The moment he opened the door, Zachary Redgrave shot him a look sharp enough to cut. "From now on, my staff must be exclusively male. If a single woman appears on my team again, you're dead."
That chilling voice sent a cold sweat running down the manager's spine. "I guarantee it. No more women."
Laura Lowell had been so focused on Zachary Redgrave that she'd almost forgotten about Yvonne Sloan.
