Amber’s POV


    Through the crack in the door, I saw Olivia sitting behind her desk, looking critically at the man standing in front of her. His back was to me, and I didn’t recognize him, especially in his hat and coat.


    I truly didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but that sounded like a threat. Or like ckmail. Though I didn’t have any love for her, if Olivia was in some kind of trouble, I still wanted to help her.


    Maybe it was the Healer in me. Or maybe I just couldn’t stand to see anyone mistreated, even someone who didn’t like me.


    Either way, before I could hear anymore, Olivia looked over and caught me standing in the doorway.


    “One moment,” she said abruptly, stopping the man from continuing. She stood from behind her desk, walked toward me, and then closed the door right in my face, all the while holding my gaze with a hard, unweed expression.


    I stood there a moment, wondering if I should have done more to intervene. Maybe I should knock? Maybe I should tell someone what I’d heard or seen?


    Yet, when I nce around, I didn’t notice anyone I recognized, or anyone I knew to be friendly towards <ol><li>me. </li></ol>


    Perhaps I should stay out of this totally. After all, I hadn’t heard exactly what was said. They could have been talking about anything. Or maybe they were rehearsing a y or something. I didn’t have enough


    evidence to go on to know whether this situation was as bad as it seemed.


    I hesitated for a long moment, but ultimately, I started forward, deciding there was nothing really I could <ol><li>do. Whatever was going on behind that door was not my business. And soon, I’d be washing my hands of </li></ol>


    this pack forever.


    Leaving the headquarters building, I already felt lighter. On the drive home, I called Anna and told her


    what I’d done.


    “Can you help me pack?” I asked.


    “I’ll be there in ten,” she replied, but she didn’t hang up yet. “Are you going to tell Roman?”


    Roman had apparentlye by one night when I had been drinking in excess. I barely remembered see him, and I had zero recollection of what was actually said between us.


    Since then, he had reached out a few times, but each time I ignored him. I didn’t know what possessed me to speak with him while I was drunk, but as a sober person, I was still infuriated with him for releasing a statement to the press that we were engaged despite my having turned him down.


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    <b>Chapter </b><b>75 </b>