Cavin's pov.
I pulled into Adam's office parking lot, the tension thick in my chest. A small, amused smirk played at the corners of my lips as I stepped out, knowing I was walking into a storm I'd already prepared for. Natalie had cracked; I could tell just by looking at her. She wasn't made for this kind of game.
As I pushed open the office doors and made my way inside, I spotted her instantly—Natalie, with red-rimmed eyes, fidgeting nervously in her chair across from Adam's desk. When her eyes met mine, they were wide, full of regret, as if she hadn't meant to let it slip. I almost laughed. She'd walked into this situation, and now she couldn't handle the weight of what she'd done.
"Cavin," Adam's voice growled, sharp as a knife the moment I entered the room.