I didn't know what I was feeling—whether it was anger, disappointment, or what the hell—but I felt awful. The guy had hired me just to annoy Ramsés, and surely the trip to Miami had been a damn plan. I was so frustrated, damn it! I didn't know why, but I stayed in a little corner of the room and broke down in tears. It was all so unfair; I didn't deserve it. I really didn't deserve it!
Ramsés entered the room and, when he saw me, ran toward me, worried.
“What happened? Are you okay?” I got angry and pushed him away.
“What do you care?!” I yelled at him. I was mad at him for his stupid game with Green.
“Please, tell me what's wrong! I'm worried,” he said, trying to soothe me as best he could through my tears, and I saw his gaze darken as I spoke.
“It's unfair for you to blame me for th
