Lucia
A loud laugh escaped my lips as I stared at Clinton, who stood before me like he belonged here. When I was done laughing, I calmly reached for my phone and pressed a button. “Come in, please,” I said into the receiver.
Moments later, my secretary Diane stepped inside.
“Oh? Calling in a third party to witness our conversation now?” Clinton said with a smug grin tugging at his lips.
Of course, he knew no one else knew about our past. What we had—what we were—was buried deep in the past. “So?” I shot back, my voice sharp. Diane must have sensed something was wrong from the way I was standing and the coldness in my tone. My entire body screamed discomfort and fury.
“Diane,” I said coolly, not taking my eyes off Clinton, “please escort him out of my office.”
She nodded quickly and w
