Jemma spoke the words, "Funny how betrayal always starts with someone you trust the most," with a tone full of phony sympathy. Her immaculately manicured nails tapping against the polished wood as she sat on the edge of Mike's desk, she was the epitome of casual malice.
Mike was standing on the other side of the room, his jaw so tensed I thought it may break. He didn't immediately respond, but I could tell she had struck a chord by the storm that was building in his eyes.
His voice was sharp enough to shatter glass as he continued, "Jemma, I didn't ask for your opinion."
"Oh, Mike, hurry up." She crossed her legs and laughed a little, without amusement, as though she were getting comfortable for a lengthy conversation. "You can't really tell me that you're shocked. Cath had a secret all
