Samantha stood paralyzed, her shoulders trembling beneath the lingering ache of Michael's grip. Her gaze locked onto the crimson imprints his fingers had left on her skin.
Her lips parted, releasing a barely audible whisper: "That's scary..."
Her legs trembled, refusing to move. Yet, with a sudden burst of adrenaline, she snatched the folded document from the desk and spun around.
Her feet seemed rooted until she forced herself to take a step, then another. Fear propelled her toward the door.
She flung it open and sprinted down the hallway, the document clutched tightly in her hand.
Behind her, the office bathroom door swung open. Michael walked out, his expression transformed from fury to calmness.
His eyes narrowed, watching Samantha's fleeing figure. His chest rose and fell in mea
