My life is amazing. I’m rich and powerful. I can buy whatever I want and have whoever I want. Meanwhile, Cora is a waitress.
Even as I think it, the words chafe. They sound far too similar to something my father would say.
They also don’t ring particularly true.
Cora is a lot more than a waitress. She’s loyal to her friends and willing to sacrifice to protect the people she cares about. She’s fierce in everything she does. In kindness and fury and f*****g.
That ferocity is just another reason it is high time Cora got out of my house and out of my hair. I need someone who can do what I ask and stay out of my way.
Cora is not that woman.
So the sooner she gets out of my life, the sooner I can find a woman who respects my need for those things.
“Just talk to her,” Anya presses. “Please
