Chapter  89

JAMES’S POV

The next morning, I was at my desk, going through a stack of files, trying to focus on a bunch of paperwork that I had allowed to pile for the past few days.

I had almost convinced myself to settle into the quiet routine when, without warning, the door to my office flew open. slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

I half jumped and looked up immediately, my hands freezing in the air.

What I saw next was the red-faced figure of Zoey storming in aggressively, her eyes blazing with fury I had never seen in them before.

"Geez," I muttered under my breath, already knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

“What was that for?” I managed to ask.

But Zoey was hardly in the mood to answer anything; rather, she had come with questions herself.

“What the hell is going on between you and Emerald?”

She shouted, her voice sharp as a razor.

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the accusation, then quickly shrugged, trying to keep my expression neutral, as though her words or th