Kailey’s POV I stormed into Ezekiel’s office, the door slamming shut behind me. My pulse was pounding, and my fists were already clenched before I even looked at him. He sat behind his polished wooden desk, calm and composed, his piercing eyes watching me with that infuriating sense of control he always carried.“You sent for me, Ezekiel?” I said, my voice sharp and curt.“Yes, Kailey,” he replied, gesturing toward the chair across from him. “Come, sit. Let’s talk.”“I’m not sitting,” I shot back, folding my arms across my chest. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll be on my way.”He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but firm. “You don’t have to be like this, Kailey.”“Like what?” I snapped. “Angry? Furious? Defensive? You’re right, Ezekiel, I don’t have to be. But I am. Now tell me what this is about before I lose my patience.”He sighed, standing and walking around his desk to face me. “Kailey, we aren’t fighting. Or do you really think we are?”I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh,
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