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Her mind spun with what she could do. But physically, she was locked down. With no other options, she opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. Cursing, Tony wrestled with his tie to get it loose enough to tug over his head. She appreciated how difficult it was for him being limited to one hand. Still, she screamed. Someone, somewhere would have to hear it before he was able to silence her. He already had his tie off and it was headed straight for her mouth.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Billie looked up at the looming figure in the doorway. The stature and accent were unmistakably Jordan. Her heart soared with relief.

“Help me!” Billie cried.

It hardly needed saying. She barely got the words out before Jordan lifted Tony off of her and body slammed him into the desk. Finally free, she clamored over to grab her phone before she scrambled to her feet. But she had to lean against the doorframe to stay upright on her trembling legs.

Jordan had Tony firmly on the ground. “You like putting your hands on women, do you? Feel like a big man, huh?”

“Jordan,” Billie said breathlessly. “He’s been hacking emails and phones so none of you can leave the club. I found out and confronted him.”

Jordan turned furious eyes on Tony. “Has he?”

“Can you hold him until the police get here?”

“This piece of shit isn’t going anywhere, Billie.”

She nodded and dialed, her hands shaking. She realized she was shivering. Sweat coated her hairline and back, but she was freezing. And then, everything was a blur.

The police arrived, along with a medic, who wrapped her up in a blanket and informed her it was probably shock and adrenaline making her cold, so they fetched her some tea. She gave a statement to the officers. The owner of Stanmore, Ray Rogers, arrived, and Tony tried to appeal to him, but after hearing from the police and Jordan what took place, he fired Tony instead. Tony was taken away in handcuffs.

Throughout all of it, all Billie could think about was Ethan. As kind as Jordan was, she wished it were Ethan’s arms around her to give her comfort. And most importantly, she wanted him to know he hadn’t ruined his chances over the fight with Peter. His dream club was seeking him out. He’d be so happy. Even if they weren’t together, that was all she wanted for him.

“You alright?” Jordan asked, returning her to the moment.

“I’m sore,” she said. “But I think I’ll be fine. I’ve just got to get this offer to Ethan’s agent.”

Jordan scoffed. “You gotta be fucking joking.”

She met his gaze. “Why would I be joking?”

“Because you’ve just been assaulted by your boss. Right now, you only need to worry about yourself. Get home and get some rest.”

She shook her head. “No, this first. It’s too important.”

“If you must,” he sighed. “Then I’ll see you home, alright?”

“Thank you,” she said with a nod. “For everything tonight.”

He only grunted in response, but she took that to mean “you’re welcome.” He stood by her desk like a sentry while she worked. But thankfully, no other threats presented themselves. Billie put together an in-depth email describing Tony’s interference, attached the pictures from her phone, and sent it to Martin. It wouldn’t be right to reach out to Ethan directly. But she could do this one last thing for him.

When she finished, she logged out of her computer and began gathering her things. All of her things. She put as much as she could into her purse, and the rest into her lunch bag. She hadn’t kept many personal things there anyway. Jordan watched her curiously.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I sent two emails,” she explained. “One to Ethan’s agent and the other to Ray Rogers with my resignation.”

His eyes went wide. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I don’t think I could come back after all this.”

Just the thought of returning to this scene made her shudder, and yet…her heart was heavy. True, she hadn’t enjoyed working for Tony, and football wasn’t exactly her passion, but this was the place she had met Ethan. Just down the hall in that conference room, her life had changed forever.

Jordan nodded, giving her a contemplative look. “Ready to go?”

“I am.”

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