” I said.
He looked up at me then – not with anger or love, but with something like bewilderment. As if he was finally seeing that the quiet woman who’d funded his dreams had sharp teeth.
“Victoria, I—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “And I don’t care.”
He left with his shoulders curved inward, dragging the wreckage of his ego behind him. My receptionist continue reading …
