a P

e. Bryce sat at the head of the long ta

suit, her agent Veronica beside her. She looked

ect manager separated from her Alpha by a doze

lked them through the campaign I had meticulously designed for Ky

xpression, his fingers drumming a s

tly, touching his arm. They were acting as if they were in their own private world, and we were all just

ies of nitpicking questions, all of w

"Arla, this campaign is wonderful. I love it. Oh, s

A roaring filled m

y face frozen in c

signed one? When I was dating Bryce, didn't I meet you at the Holden estate and chat with you? You men

a hammer, shattering what

nd foolish spark of hop

called the electric thrill when our fingers had touched, the stupid hope that h

ty, their morbid curiosity, their scorn. I felt stripp

my eyes for him to say something.

as his confession. He had watched me tak

thoughtful of you." I clenched m

rted in my hands. Th

out, pushing my chair back abrup

to the restroom before I collapsed in front of a toilet, emptying th

as nothing compared to

me filled the air. I looked up to see Kyla standing

id, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Let this be a less

purse and began to leisurely reapply it

, so polished and victorious, and then at my own pathetic refle

rs slumped in defeat, and lef