(Casey's POV)
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I didn't answer Liam. Not with words. What could I say when his fears were genuine and my very actions were questionable? What could I say that could allay his fears and restore his faith in me in that very moment?
Instead, I picked up my tablet, not even looking at him, and began walking toward the door with the kind of grim, mechanical purpose that made it clear—I was barely hanging on by a thread.
But Liam wasn't about to let me off that easily. It was clear as day that he wanted answers, and he wouldn't let me go until he got them.
He moved faster than I expected, stepping into my path and blocking me, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his face taut with a mix of disbelief and frustration.
"Seriously?" he bit out. "What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna have to give me an answer, boss!"
