Her chest falls intermittently, but when she sees the picture of her and Gail, and when I scroll across so she can see her digits, I’m afraid she’s stopped breathing all together.
“So, you see, you speak of proof…how much more proof do I need?” I wave the screen in her face, wishing that maybe, just maybe, there is some colossal mistake and she will make all of this go away.
“W-where did you ge-get that?” she stutters, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“Why does it matter? You needed your proof…well, here is mine. It’s fairly obvious this dinner was to celebrate the fact you fooled me, and fooled me real good.” When she c***s a brow, I’m done with her lying. “You can imagine my surprise when Mr. Yeong told me that it’s now an equal playing field because that bastard, Gail, knows all about th
