The air in Savannah's office smelled faintly of lavender from the diffuser near the door. She was listening to the gist of her life. Lina was present too, standing beside Savannah, her facade, stoic.
Across from her, Ivy sat with her legs crossed, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Savannah leaned back in her chair, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes as she listened intently.
Ivy’s voice was smooth, dripping with pride as she recounted her success. “It wasn’t difficult,” she said, flipping her hair back. “Bentley was practically begging for it. I just had to remind him of what we used to have. A few teasing words, a little bit of skin, and well…let's just say that night in his office didn’t disappoint. I played my cards right, and he fell right into it.” She smiled, her e
