Avery’s POV
After Jessica’s unpleasant visit, I felt as though even my long-shot hope had been decimated. I had written the letter as she requested, though it pained me to have to write my false testament to her character.
It wasn’t all lies. I had no doubt that ruthlessness, pride, tenacity, and ambition were admirable traits in most. No doubt, when she wanted something, Jessica could be most persuasive.
But I also wouldn’t want her as MY coworker.
When she finally left, after forcing me to do three revisions that painted her in increasingly glowing tones, I was exhausted.
When I woke up, there was an unpleasant guest sitting at my table.
My sister, Zara.
I had no idea how she had found her way in. The thought that she had been sitting there while I slept was most unpleasant.
