Cyril
Did he just say, he wouldn't give up on us?
Fool!
When will he realize that there is no us?
He ruined whatever we had when he said we were over.
The air in the executive lobby felt thick, vibrating with a tension that seemed to emanate directly from my marrow.
I brushed past Joel, the scent of his expensive, familiar cologne hitting me like a physical blow.
I didn't look at him.
I didn't acknowledge the smug, self-satisfied tilt of his head or the way his eyes tracked the movement of my hips in the charcoal pencil skirt.
My jaw was set so tight I feared my teeth might crack, and my grip on Susan’s floral lunchbox was white-knuckled.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't wrap my mind around the sheer, calculated cruelty or perhaps the monumental oversight of Alan for em
