Author’s POV
The room seemed to shrink as Vance’s control finally snapped. His jaw tightened, and the words that came next were forced out between clenched teeth.
“No, Melanie. You’re the one who doesn’t get it,” he spat, his voice rising with the fury that had been simmering for years. “Mona is not like you. She doesn’t use people. She’s here because she wants to be here. I hired her because she’s good at her job—better than you. You want to keep thinking the world revolves around you, but it doesn’t. I’m done letting you tear people down just because you’re afraid of losing your control.”
Melanie blinked, taken aback by his outburst, but Vance wasn’t done.
“Get out,” he said, his voice cold and cutting. “Go back to your office, Melanie. You’re not welcome here right now.”
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