I straighten up, wipe my face, and take out the lipstick from my bag to reapply it. Hardening my heart, I focus on the woman before me. The woman staring back at me has dealt with a lot. She has figured out her life and has managed to achieve most of her goals in her life. And she did it all without Morris. Life hasn't been easy, but I've fought against all the odds, including the most unexpected one from five years ago.
Stuffing my lipstick back in my bag, I walk out of the bathroom.
He won't be back.
I'm sure he won't.
Entering my office, I see a tall man leaning against my desk, filing through a report I had left on my desk. He's quite handsome if you ignore the terrible scarring on the left side of his face.
Robert Montgomery gave me a chance five years ago with an internship. He
