The sight of Lacie coming out of that room so close to mine made my blood boil. I stood there in the hallway, my fists clenched, fighting the urge to march straight to Dominic's office and demand answers.
No. That's what she wants. She wants me to look desperate, jealous. I won't give her that satisfaction.
I decided to go to the kitchen instead, needing space from her and time to think. But as I walked down the hallway, I heard footsteps behind me. Light, deliberate footsteps.
"Going somewhere?" Lacie's voice was sweet like honey laced with poison.
"None of your business," I said, not turning around.
I kept walking, but suddenly felt a sharp push from behind. I stumbled forward, my knee hitting the floor hard. Pain shot through my leg as I caught myself with my hands.
"Oh my goodnes
