Zita
I regarded Mandy with curious eyes. We would have had our conversation yesterday but just when I was about to spill venomous things about Verena, I spotted someone who made resentment claw up my throat.
Hannah—Kian’s receptionist.
Seeing her again made the building thoughts about Verena fly away as memories of how she had tried to stop me from seeing Kian in his office flooded through my mind. I’d excused myself, rescheduling the conversation with Mandy while grabbing a cup of coffee.
I waited for her hand in the doorway of the restroom and the moment she came out, I spilled it on her shirt. She had shrieked, anger flickering through her eyes momentarily before she stared at me in recognition.
Then the resentment I held towards her crumbled when she acknowledged me, apologizi
