The car stopped in front of my apartment building.
I pushed the door open and walked inside without waiting for him. The elevator went up. Victor followed quietly behind me, his dress shoes thudding softly against the hallway carpet.
I pulled out my keys at my door.
I'd barely pushed it halfway open when I turned around, blocking the doorway.
"So you're V." I looked up at him, still simmering. "If you knew who I was from the start, why didn't you tell me sooner? Watching me complain about the company every day, watching David take credit for my work — was it fun watching me make a fool of myself?"
Victor pressed a hand against the doorframe and pushed past me into the apartment. He closed the door behind him. The lock clicked.
"It wasn't fun." He looked down at me, his voice carrying
