Breaking Point
Natasha's POV~
Vakette’s beaten-down office smelled like stale coffee and despair, its tattered walls reflecting my disintegrating universe. I’d sat at the scuffed desk, my laptop blaring with headlines of Valenticia’s Lovtan summit victory: Clawford Heiress Debunks Faked Video, Returns Star. Her poise! My chest was being clawed with frustration, my nails cutting into the palms of my hands, blood welling. Dmitri, flopped across the room, rumpled from a suit, eyes glued on financials, hopes to save Vakette from going bankrupt.
“You’re pointless,” I hissed. “She’s dancing on our grave and you’re counting pennies?” He never said a word, which felt like a betrayal, and just made my anger worse. “Pathetic worm,” I spat, lowered and vindictive. “You would rather kiss Valentic
