Jane — First Person POV
"You shouldn’t have gone to his house! Do you want to ruin everything?" the moron shouted at me, his voice echoing off my apartment walls like a bad opera.
"Stop raising your damn voice at me!" I screamed back, matching his volume and making sure every neighbor in the building knew we were having words. "At least I’m doing something. What have you done?"
His face twisted. "No, no, no—don’t you go there." He jabbed a finger right in my face. "You know how much I’m committed to this partnership. Didn’t we decide to wait until she goes back to work at the firm, after taking care of her husband?"
"Fake husband," I snapped.
"Whatever," he shot back, rolling his eyes so hard I almost heard them creak. "The plan is simple—she comes back, we send her to prison. I’ve al
