"It’s Ms. Jones," she corrected sharply, "and you won’t be seeing me. You’ll be meeting with Mr. Blackheart." With that final remark, the call abruptly ended.
Unable to contain my excitement, I turned to Veronica with a wide grin. "I got the contract! I f*****g got the contract!" The realization hit me that soon I wouldn't need to rely on her at all. However, my elation was met with a cold, indifferent expression from Veronica.
"What's the matter?" I asked, my enthusiasm dampened by her lack of response. "Aren't you happy that I got the contract?"
Does this witch expect me to rely on her forever? Who would tolerate her disrespectful behavior if not for her wealth?
"Can I have your phone?" Veronica demanded, extending her hand impatiently.
My eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why? What do y
