Trent's hand was sliding down toward Emma's thigh when the office door exploded inward with a thunderous CRACK that rattled the entire room.
"TRENT FUCKING HOLLOWAY!"
The roar shattered the air, raw and furious, as if pure rage had been squeezed through a vocal cord crusher. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Before Trent could even register the explosion of sound, a fist rocketed into his jaw with the force of a battering ram, sending him crashing backward over his desk. Papers and office supplies erupted in a chaotic avalanche, like a violent storm in miniature.
"Peter…" Emma's voice was barely a breath—thick with tears and trembling relief—as she recognized her brother's familiar, furious face contorted with protective wrath.
She didn't hesitate. Emma bolted across the room, collapsing against the far wall, curling into a tight, sobbing ball—a mixture of terror, shock, and a fragile, desperate relief that someone had finally come to pull her out of hell.
