Frank stood behind me while I stared at myself in his mirror, tugging at the sleeves of the blazer I had on.
“You look insane,” he said, fixing the collar, “in a good way, like a CEO revenge arc.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone off the dresser.
There was still nothing from Alan, no missed calls, no texts, no threats, nothing at all.
“That’s weird,” I muttered, refreshing my screen again.
“What is?” Frank asked, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“He hasn’t said anything,” I said, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “Not one message, not even a ‘you’ll regret this.’”
Frank snorted, “you want him to threaten you?”
“No,” I snapped, “but the silence is worse.”
I started pacing, raking my fingers through my hair. “Last time I left, he blacklisted me in two days.
