Mickle picked up the phone on his desk and dialled a number. Then he just said a word to the other end.

“Let her in!”

What he said was “Her” instead of “Daughter” or ‘Lady’. Maybe, in Mickle's eyes, we were just women plotting against him.

The door opened and I heard the soft sound of high heels on the carpet. As Mia's aggressive perfume drew closer, I got up from the couch.

When Mia saw me, she tried to pretend to give me a hug with a smile on her face. I slapped her in the face.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mia yelled at me, clutching her...