Chapter 4

The door to my apartment flew open with such force that it slammed against the wall. I jumped, nearly dropping the mug of tea I'd been nursing as I sorted through my belongings.

"Ashley!" Donald's voice thundered through my small living space. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I set my mug down carefully, taking my time before responding. "I'm packing. The London position starts next week."

He stormed toward me, his face flushed with anger. "You can't just leave. Do you have any idea what this will do to the company? To me?"

I gestured to the…