ELORA

In no time, Gemma arrived and we ordered two glasses of passion fruit Martini and settled in a dark cozy part of the bar.

“Now baby girl, tell me what happened.” Gemma said, dropping her glass on the finely cut glass table.

“I didn't get the promotion. Marcy said Ethan was against it.” I summarized, picking up my own glass.

I took a sip.

Gemma blinked her long beautiful lashes at me in disbelief. “You confronted him?" She asked.

" I went in, but you know, I heard him talking with Ava. I think he was….”

"Cut the crap El. Why are you making excuses for him?” Gemma cut...