Michael's POV
Orton occupied his usual spot behind the mahogany desk, his expression steady and collected. But concentration escaped me completely. We had scheduled this brief meeting in his office, yet my thoughts wandered elsewhere entirely. Exhaustion weighed on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. Last night had stripped me of every ounce of energy I possessed. The heated confrontation with Allyson had driven me beyond my breaking point. My behavior had crossed several lines, but regret remained absent from my conscience. My sole priority was creating distance between her and Kenneth.
