CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

He watched her leave his office, every step she took determined to take her far away from him while he watched helplessly. As soon as she was out of sight and the door slammed close after her, Eron's left fist delivered its first blow against the wall beside him. He punched the wall three more times, then went back to his seat and plopped down on it like nothing happened, even if his hand was oozing blood already.

He could not believe Kayla had forged those signatures with something as sensitive to Frema as that. Her father's properties? That was such a low blow, even for him. He wondered why Frema would think he would do something like that to her.

His door pushed open seconds later and he regarded his new PA under his lashes, his face void of emotion.

"Sir? Are you okay, Sir?" Jon, his PA questioned. Eron stared straight at him for what felt like hours before finally giving an answer,

"Get out." He said simply, causing Jon to hurry out and slam the door shut behind him. Eron could