She could tell from the way he said “go” that what he really meant was “get lost.”
Catherine Blair’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, her cheeks flushing red.
“Mr. Carter, I swear, I didn’t mean to—” she stammered.
Ethan Carter didn’t want to hear another word. “Don’t come up here again,” he cut her off, his voice cold as ice.
Just like that, all hope was swept out from under her feet.
She’d joined The Carter Group for one reason: to get closer to Ethan Carter. But now he’d drawn a line in the sand. How was she supposed to get near him with this new rule in place?
Catherine’s heart twisted in protest. She wanted to argue, to explain, but Ethan’s expression was so forbidding, so unyielding, that the words stuck in her throat. She swallowed hard, nodded, and managed a shaky, “Yes, sir,” before turning to leave, her footsteps slow and unsteady.
She tried to console herself as she walked away.
Don’t panic, don’t panic.
At least I’m still at The Carter Group.
Ethan has to show up here every day for work. That’s got to be more chances to see him than before, right?
Meanwhile, Olivia Bennett let out a sigh, not expecting things to blow up like this. “Anyone know where the broom is?” she asked, trying to cut the tension.
“You just sit down. I’ll take care of it,” Ethan said, still in no mood for debate.


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