(Isolde's POV)
I typed faster than I needed to.
The keyboard clattered under my fingers, each keystroke harder than the last.
*I hope Garrett gets hit by a truck on his way to work.*
I typed it right into the middle of the quarterly report document.
*I hope Victoria gets dumped by every man she ever touches.*
*I hope she cries so hard she ruins that expensive mascara she always wears.*
I kept going. The words poured out ugly and petty and I didn't care. My chest felt tight and my hands wouldn't stop shaking and this was the only thing that was helping.
Three knocks on the door.
I didn't answer.
The door opened anyway.
Natalie stepped in, her expression professionally neutral as always. She glanced at my screen, then at my face.
"What are you working on?" she asked.
"Nothing."
