[Ethan's POV]
Fifteen seconds.
I burst violently through the heavy wooden doors, my shoulder slamming into a waiter carrying an extravagant silver tray overflowing with expensive caviar and crystal flutes of champagne. The startled man cried out in shock as the silver platter spun wildly through the air before crashing loudly onto the polished marble floor. Black caviar, shattered crystal, and golden liquid exploded across the pristine tiles in a glittering mess, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
