EMILY'S POV
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Silence, tension and anger- three things that are setting my nerves on fire as I stride into Haiden's office. He sits behind his father's old wooden desk, a desk so heavy that it takes four men to move it. I remember Alpha Cade sitting behind that desk, he sat with pride and authority, something Haiden doesn't have. All that I see when I look at him sitting there is weakness and arrogance. "You came," he leans back, his fingers pressed together firmly with his ankle resting on his knee. He's laid back, not caring how messy the desk is when it used to be neat.
I hum in response while standing in the frame, looking around the once proud office that has turned into a man cave. "Sit," he nods, gesturing to the seat in front of the desk like I would listen to anything he was s
