BRIAR’S POV
I’m stuck waiting outside the door longer than anticipated.
Seconds turn into minutes, and then what feels like an eternity later, I’m still standing. My ankle hurts, and my back is still recovering from being tossed around like a doll.
I take deep breaths, sighing constantly, counting to 100 and then back to one over and over again in hopes that somewhere along the line the door opens.
It doesn’t.
Exhaustion finally hits me, a reminder of how rough I’ve been living these past few days, how disrupted my sleep and nap schedule have been.
I blink my eyes as everything fades to dark, and a pat on my shoulder jolts me back to life again.
“Briar?”
I swerve to my right, meeting Eli’s eyes and raised brow, questioning my presence outside the boardroom without needing to use
