DAVE
From the small screen of the CCTV monitor, I watched her every move as she strode down the hallway toward my office. Her confidence was laughable, almost as if she believed she had the upper hand. Did she really think she could play me for a fool?
Lisa, my ex—or whatever label I should slap on that disaster—tried her best to outsmart me once, and look where it got her. If she couldn’t pull it off, no other woman, no matter how cunning or clever, would ever succeed. I had learned my lesson. Never again.
At the door, she was thoroughly searched. Her phone was confiscated before she was allowed to step into my space. I didn’t take risks lightly. As she entered, she put on a bright, overly sweet smile, as if we were old friends reunited. But I wasn’t buying it. I had just watched her
