Erick
“Get Out.”
Sonya didn’t listen.
She leaned forward, eyes wide with desperation and entitlement, as if proximity to me could erase the words she had spat.
But I recoiled, stepping back. Even the scent of her perfume seemed toxic.
“I heard it,” I said quietly. My voice was a blade. “You insulted my employee at my event.” I scoffed. “You say she’s a lowlife, do you mean to say that we at Cheshire Enterprise lack good judgment when selecting our staff?”
”No, I didn’t mean that. I just…”
I folded my hand above my chest and watched her stutter as she tried to find the right word to counter what she had said.
“You demeaned my staff, and insulted my judgment.” I pronounced her crimes out loud. “Are you really that bold?”
She opened her mouth, likely to excuse herself—or maybe to b
