The Smoking Gun
PENELOPE
I was an i***t.
A serious, serious, f*****g i***t.
I just f****d a man who, a few hours ago, basically told me to f**k off. This was a networking opportunity through the Governor’s office, and I squandered it.
I had a chance to advance… and instead I used it to get off, jumping onto Jackson’s d**k quicker than you could close the bathroom door in which we screwed.
I hated the way he had me.
I hated the fact that he always would.
Penelope on a platter. Infuriated, but feeble. Weak when it came to him. Wrapped around his little f*****g finger.
Could I really afford to get emotional now? Emotion hadn’t saved Jordan Chambers. In fact… it had gotten him killed.
And maybe if I hadn’t been so emotional, he would still be alive. I would have turned down his persi
