DAPHNE
Harvey bursts into laughter before pointing a finger at me like she's just uncovered the punchline of a joke I don't get. My grip on the cold bottle of Coke tightens until the plastic creaks. Is she... playing me?
"Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?" She muses, her smirk dripping with mockery.
"I don't have time for your sick jokes." I snap, tipping the bottle back and taking a long drink, pretending the fizz can wash away the knot forming in my chest.
"You think I'm joking?" Her voice rises with incredulous amusement. She tilts her head, eyes narrowing in pity, or maybe it's disdain. "Daphne, you must think Ezekiel feels something for you because he treats you nicely. But don't forget that your marriage to him is nothing more than an alliance." She leans closer. "Y
