Christian laughs, but there’s no humor in it. He stands up, sauntering around Neil’s desk. When he’s at Neil’s side, Christian grabs him by the back of his blazer and shoves his head onto the thick glass of the table, cheek first. He whimpers, and I gasp with my hand over my mouth. I can’t say I’m not happy to watch Neil get what he deserves, but I’m not sure what to do except keep my mouth shut and try really hard to pretend I don’t see the CEO of the company assaulting his top attorney.
