Meanwhile, across the city, in a dimly lit office perched high above the skyline, Daniel Clafford sat in his executive chair, his expression darkening by the second.
The soft glow of his phone screen was the only light reflecting in his eyes, now blazing with irritation.
"What does she mean she has someone in her life?" he muttered under his breath, his voice low and dangerous.
The more he reread her text, the tighter his jaw clenched. A muscle ticked at the corner of his temple.
Then, suddenly, his expression froze. His thoughts stilled for half a second before a scowl slowly curved across his face.
"Is she talking about Ethan?" he said aloud, his voice laced with disbelief. "Her crush?"
He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly as he exhaled through his nose. He hadn't planned to text her tonight. In fact, he'd told himself to leave her alone.
But then Ethan, of all people had followed her. And not just that. He'd commented on her post. Publicly.
