Margaux walked out of the office, her expression still cold and composed as she closed the door behind her.
She took out her phone, glanced at the screen for a moment, and then typed out a message.
Margaux: Lorelai, you truly have terrible taste in men. But thank you anyway... The trash you threw away is not something I want to keep.
End of Margaux POV
At that very moment, I was in the bedroom of my best friend's younger cousin, Dante Wolfe, a 6'1'' student on the university sports team.
I was wearing a bright red slip dress, sitting cross-legged on a beanbag chair next to his gaming desk.
My eyes were fixed intently on the screen, and my fingers flew across the keyboard as we played as a team.
"Hey, watch out, on your right! Move, quick!" Dante's voice was clear and bright, shar
