"I apologize, Mr. Ingvarsson," Amelie began, blinking her fatigue away as she tried to straighten her posture. "Did we have a meeting scheduled for today? I must have fallen asleep, and my other assistant is handling things at the hotel right now..."
Einar stood across from her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the woman's appearance.
He clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to contain his irritation. Seeing Amelie in this state, looking so drained and ghostly, stirred something fierce within him.
He had known that Oscar Bennett's passing would take a toll on Liam, but seeing how it had affected Amelie as well only deepened his frustration. Every flaw Liam had, every mistake he made, seemed magnified in Einar's mind, and now, as he looked at Amelie, his blood boiled at the thought of how Liam had allowed her to reach this breaking point.