Fiona
“What is it this t—”
Angela storms out of Ethan’s office, grabs me by the shoulders, and shoves me back. My back slams into the filing cabinet as I fall backwards, sending a wave of sharp, hot pain through my body. I gasp, taking deep breaths to try to chase away the ache while staring up at Angela.
She shouldn’t be up here. In fact, she shouldn’t be anywhere near me. After the last attack, Angela shouldn’t be pushing her luck by thinking she can get away with hurting me again.
Keeping my eyes on Angela, I reach for my phone that sits on the edge of my desk. However, Angela is faster, and she snatches the device away before I can get to it. With her free hand, she grabs my wrist and yanks me forward.
“Stop!” I cry, wincing at the pain that sparks in my arm. “Get away from me,
