H A I L E Y
The hot flash of anger I felt at the sight of her was unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time. She was standing in the doorway of my office, a smirk on her face, a designer bag slung over her shoulder. She looked exactly the same, perfectly manicured, expensively dressed, and radiating an aura of entitled malice.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice low and tight. "You're not welcome on this territory."
Yasmine laughed, a light, tinkling sound that scraped against my nerves. "Oh, Hailey. Always so dramatic. Can't a girl visit an old friend?"
"We're not friends," I bit out, standing up. The space behind my desk felt flimsy, a poor defense against the venom she brought into the room. "You have thirty seconds to get out of my sight before I drag you out by your hai
