Chapter 7:
Darcy's POV
After she adjusted her clothes and buttoned up, she left quickly, still shaking and tearful. I had somehow convinced Pink to let her go, though it hadn't been easy.
Back in my office, my hands were trembling. Rage? Anxiety? Desire? I couldn't tell which.
Pink was still in tears, her screams ranging constantly in my ears, cutting through the calm of my mahogany-paneled office like knives.
"What the hell was I thinking?" I muttered, loosening my tie in rough, frustrated movements. The silk felt suffocating, just like this entire situation.
Pink's wails hit a higher pitch, and I flinched. In all my years running Rodrigo Enterprises through hostile takeovers, board rebellions, and market crashes, I had never hired someone with a criminal record. Not once. It was a
