Derek turned, pushing his glasses up, facing Eleanor.
She crossed to him, expression hard.
"That necklace you broke was my employee's design. Not mine. You owe her an explanation."
Derek found her seriousness almost funny.
He shrugged, smiling, and turned to walk off, ignoring her completely.
Eleanor let out a quiet breath.
"Guess it's not just me. You're simply unpleasant across the board. No manners at all."
Derek paused, turned back, smiling like he was silently agreeing, while also mocking her for hating him and still being stuck dealing with him.
The second his guard dropped fully, Eleanor grabbed his wrist and collar, and in one clean motion, threw him flat on his back.
Faith and Nadia stared, speechless.
Derek lay there, more stunned than hurt.
Thrown. By Eleanor. A woman
