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Charlotte retreated to the bathroom, sliding down the side wall of the stall and weeping, fully, into her palms. After the night they’d had, just two days before, he’d ignored her completely. He hadn’t even allowed his eyes to grace her face. The normal, s****l tension had existed, certainly. But perhaps that only existed in Charlotte’s own mind? She couldn’t be sure.
Perhaps he’d used her up and planned to spit her out, like a dog toy.
His s****l deviance, thought to have been left in the past, ten years before, had just followed them both into this future. And now, it had destroyed Charlotte’s very sense of self. She quaked with sadness, feeling her stomach lurch.
As it was nearly lunch, she excused herself early and fled the office, sensing Randy’s eyes upon her, curious. Slippin
