Hazel's POV
I sat at my desk, stomach in knots, watching the minutes tick by. The conference call had ended fifteen minutes ago, but Liam's office door remained closed. My phone had been silent since his ominous text.
This isn't over. My office. After the call ends.
I'd pushed him too far. The cake stunt was reckless—downright stupid, actually. I should've been packing my things, calling Chloe for emotional support, and updating my resume.
Instead, I was frozen in place, anticipating whatever storm was about to break.
The office door finally swung open. Liam stood in the doorway, his violet-blue eyes laser-focused on me. He'd loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. The look on his face was thunderous.
Before I could react, he strode toward my desk with purposeful steps. I pushed my chair back instinctively, ready to stand, but he reached me first. In one swift motion, he planted his hands on my armrests, caging me in.