~Reo’s~

“What kind of woman ruins lives just to feel powerful?”

I don’t look up as I say it. I let the words slice through the air steadily, like ice dragging across bare skin.

Adele stands at the center of my office with her arms folded like she’s waiting for a fashion show to start. Her lips are glossy, her hair too perfect, and her perfume choking. She thinks her presence still shakes this place. She thinks she can walk into my space, pretend she holds any kind of leash over me.

I lean forward, drag a folder across my desk, and open it without saying another word.

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