A message from Dora lit up my screen.
Remember when we get back—either forget Vincent or resign.
Rage burned hot in my chest.
How dare she tell me what to do?
If she wanted to wave her power around, fine.
I’d show her who really held it now.
I left Joy and Miriam mid-sentence and moved to the empty seat at the back.
“Where are you going?” Joy asked.
“Going for a show-off,” I said.
“What—”
“I’m calling my mom.”
“Okay, I’ll come so I can greet her—”
“No. Later, Joy.”
She frowned. I patted her shoulder and slipped away.
I opened our chat.
Smiled at his name.
Typed: I miss you already.
My phone rang instantly.
Vincent.
I laughed softly and answered.
“Hello.”
A brief pause. Then his calm, velvet voice.
“I miss you too.”
The words hit like warm honey.
I giggled—couldn’t h
