Ella:

There he was wearing a blue striped William Eastmancott bespoke suit sitting in his cushy chair drinking fine scotch on the rocks gloating...gloating at how helpless and desperate I was for his business account.

As I sat down he slid the signed contract in my direction, never taking his eyes off me for even a second.

“Congratulations!” He smiled, clinking his glass with a gold swizzle stick toasting, “To many such associations, now shall we celebrate over dinner?” walking towards me much to my annoyance.

Facing him, I instantly blurted, “I wouldn't dine with you in a million years. You turned out to be such a scheming scumbag. You...