Chapter 50

  I’m falling apart; I don’t shout at Jake. I don’t shout at anyone like this. I’ve more control than this now. I’m no longer that hostile teen Emma.

  “It affects you.” He’s equally riled, but I don’t care.

  Be angry. You started this, Jake. Leave me alone.

  “This doesn’t affect my ability to work for you, therefore it’s none of your business,” I snarl through gritted teeth.

  “You are my business; we work together almost every second of almost every day. Our relationship goes a little deeper than boss and assistant. It depends on trust and honesty to be able to work this way.” His voice is heated. He reaches for me again and I move out of the way, tense and prickling. If he touches me, I may lash out; I need to go to my room. “I trust you with every detail of my life; would be nice if you did the same,” he says, his voice matching mine, tense and tempered, rage bubbling between us. It feels like intense static is in the air.