Kimberly POV
"Miss Kimberly, is all this just because of Julian?"
Penelope speaks the name like she is clearing dirt from her throat. Her lips curl. Her spine stays perfectly straight against the polished marble pillars of the Aurora Entertainment lobby.
My boots click hard against the granite floor as I take a step forward. My fingernails dig so deep into my palms that the skin splits. The pain is a sharp, white flash, but it does not stop the heat rushing up my neck.
"You think you can say his name like that?" I say. My voice drops an octave. I plant my feet. I do not let my eyes blink.
Penelope does not flinch. She adjusts the silver cuff on her left wrist with two fingers. She takes her time. Her movements are slow, heavy, and deliberate.
"I asked you a question," I snap. My brea
