"Now, Emma!" He growls my way and I realize this is futile, he won't let me leave until I do. I take a deep breath and stare at him, telling him in detail, as much as I can remember. He sits the whole time in silence, jaw clenched and brows down in an angry glare, watching me intensely. I hate him looking at me that way. I'm doubting myself, wondering if he's thinking I'm being a drama queen. If he even believes me or is wondering why I would assume Dan had done anything wrong.
When I'm done, he pulls out his cell and barks orders at some poor soul, issuing marching orders on grounds of s****l harassment. He stills while they explain something to him on the other end of the line.
"Then set it up … Him, you and whatever legal team representatives are available, first thing … Offer him sev
