Anna / Olivia’s POVThe sound of the punch echoed through the apartment.Williams lay sprawled across the polished floor, blood gathering at the corner of his mouth. Dickson stood over him, his chest rising hard with each breath, his right hand still clenched into a fist. The chef and two maids had stopped where they were near the kitchen, while my contact remained by the hallway with his tool bag half-open.I stood frozen in the doorway.My pulse hammered against my throat. Every instinct screamed at me to back away, to put as much distance as possible between myself and the man lying on the floor, but my feet refused to move.Dickson turned.His eyes landed on me, and the anger vanished almost instantly. He glanced at the blood coating his knuckles before looking back at my face.“Shit.”He left Williams where he was and walked toward me.“I didn’t mean to…” His voice was tight with regret. “Are you okay?”I forced myself to breathe. “I’m fine.”He stopped a few feet away, leaving
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