HER REVENGE

chapter 15

Chapter 15

George POV

The second the door shut behind Rosemary, I could finally breathe.

Not much, just enough to keep from chewing through the inside of my cheek.

Barry was still by the window, staring out like he was trying to burn a hole through the glass. His shoulders were tight, his jaw working like he was grinding down whatever words he wanted to throw at me.

I didn’t blame him.

Hell, I knew exactly what I’d done the moment I sent that text. The “pregnant” one.

The one that made him rush down here like the building was on fire.

And yeah… it was dirty.

But you try sitting in an office with Rosemary shrieking like a parrot on amphetamines, threatening to “ruin” you in every way imaginable.

If I’d told Barry, “Hey, she’s here yelling about money again,” he would’ve texted back “Handle it” and gone back to whatever argument he was having with Camelia.

But tell him someone’s claiming they’re pregnant with his kid?

You get the man in fifteen minutes flat.

I scrubbed my palm over my face, keeping my voice low. “You know she’s not going to just… go away.”

Barry turned, slow and deliberate. “Then you handle it.”

“Handle it?” I let out a humorless laugh. “That’s what I was trying to do before she marched in here like she owned the building.”

He didn’t answer. Just crossed the room, picked up his phone from the desk, and headed for the door without looking back.

The click of the latch was louder than it needed to be.

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I stayed there for a second, trying to will my blood pressure back to normal. But the muffled sound of raised voices from the lobby made my stomach knot.

Of course, She couldn’t just walk out quietly.

By the time I made it to the hallway, heads were popping up over cubicle walls like meerkats at feeding time. No one was working. No one was even pretending.

Every step I took toward the lobby made the noise clearer , her voice, high and sharp, cutting through the air like glass.

“…and you people think you can just throw me out? Do you know who I am?”

I sighed through my teeth. Yeah, you’re the office migraine with legs.

When I rounded the corner, the sight hit me like a scene from some cheap drama.

Rosemary was in the middle of the lobby, hair wild now, dress shifted, heels clicking as she gestured wildly. Two security guards flanked her, looking like they’d rather be anywhere else.

She spotted me instantly. “Oh, here’s the coward who won’t even talk to me like a man!”

I forced a smile that wasn’t even pretending to be genuine. “Rosemary, you’ve made your point. Time to go.”

“The point,” she said, jabbing a finger in my direction, “is that you’re trying to starve me, and now you’ve dragged Barry into it—”

“Dragged Barry?” I stepped closer, my voice dropping enough to make the guards shift uncomfortably. “You stormed into his office. You sat in his chair. You tried to turn this into something it’s not.”

Her eyes glinted. “Oh, so you admit it’s not just about money. There’s more, isn’t there?”

God, she was good at twisting words.

Like a snake that’d read too many self-help books about “owning the narrative.”

I didn’t rise to it. “We’re done here. Security—”

One of the guards stepped forward, hand hovering near her elbow.

Bad move.

Rosemary yanked her arm back so hard, the guard stumbled. “Don’t touch me!” she barked, loud enough for the entire building to hear. “If any of you lay a hand on me, I swear I’ll call the police!”

Now people weren’t just watching — they were filming. I caught three different phones angled toward us.

Perfect. Exactly what I needed, my name trending next to ‘assault in the workplace.’

I took a slow breath, stepping between her and the guards. “Alright. You don’t want to be touched? Then walk out on your own.”

She laughed, a short, humorless thing that didn’t match her eyes. “Oh, I’ll walk out. But not before everyone here knows exactly what you’ve been doing behind closed doors.”

I felt my teeth grit. “There is nothing behind closed doors.”

“Oh?” She c****d her head, voice dripping sweet poison. “You sure you want to stick with that story?”

The guards exchanged looks. The receptionists were frozen like deer in headlights. Somewhere behind me, someone whispered “Holy shit.”

And that was when I decided I’d had enough.

I took a step closer, lowering my voice to something only she could hear. “You think you’re clever, Rosemary, but you’re not. You’re sloppy. You push too far. And one day, you’re going to try this with the wrong person and it’s not going to end with security escorts and viral videos. It’s going to end with you wishing you’d shut your mouth while you had the chance.”

For the first time since she’d arrived, she didn’t fire back immediately. Her jaw tightened.

I straightened and gestured toward the glass doors. “Now walk.”

She turned on her heel, muttering something under her breath, and strutted out, not gracefully, but enough to keep her pride stitched together.

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The second she was gone, the guards let out matching sighs.

One of them muttered, “Man, she’s something else.”

“No,” I said, still staring at the door. “She’s a problem we’ll see again.”

I turned back toward the desks — every single pair of eyes pretending to be buried in paperwork now.

“Everyone,” I called out, voice sharp. “Show’s over. Get back to work.”

Chairs squeaked, keyboards clacked, and the whole floor suddenly remembered they had deadlines.

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Back in Barry’s office, I shut the door and sank into his chair. My own office felt too far, too exposed.

My phone buzzed.

A message from an unknown number.

“You’ll regret today.”

No name. No emoji.

Just those four words.

I didn’t have to guess who it was from.

I tossed the phone onto the desk and leaned back, closing my eyes for just a second.