“I’m sorry, you want me to what?”
I stare at the man in front of me as if he’s grown several rather large heads. I stare at him and wonder what has gone through his mind to make him the way he is, to have so little compassion and care, to not understand that what he’s asking me to do is beyond anything else.
“Don’t be f*****g ridiculous,” Zachary’s voice cuts the pulsing silence. “You can’t ask her to throw that out there, it’s her sister’s business and she’s not even here to stand up for herself.”
His words cut like a knife and it’s only because they are true. I hate that it hurts after all this time, it still f*****g hurts as much as it always has.
“I thought I told you to shut your mouth,” Michael glowers, slamming his hand down hard onto his desk that a few of the things on it cl
