Elena couldn’t sit still. The moment her apartment door clicked shut, she began pacing the length of the small living room, her heels clicking against the worn hardwood floor. She tossed her work bag onto the sofa, her mind a blur of the dinner table, Victoria’s venomous words, and the look in Julian’s eyes just before she slammed the car door.
"I apologize for being so cheap... it looks like you really don't like being seen with a low-class girl like me."
She covered her face with her hands and groaned in frustration.
"Why did I say that to him?" She muttered, turning on her heel to pace back toward the window. "He is my boss. Nothing more. He doesn't owe me anything."
"You said it because you're hurt," a voice interrupted from the kitchen doorway.
Maya stood there holding two mugs o
