Electra POV
I exhaled sharply as he walked out of my office, leaving me seething. My fists clenched, I slammed them onto the desk, making the pens and papers jump.
"What did he take me for?" I muttered, my voice laced with indignation. "Does he think I still have feelings for him?" The thought repulsed me. "I resent him, not love him."
I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. My subconscious mind piped up, its voice a nagging whisper.
"Perhaps you should tell him about his daughter. He deserves to know he has a responsibility."
I snarled, silencing the voice. "Shut up!" My palm slapped the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Who says I'm not capable of taking care of my daughter?"
My anger boiled over, I shot up from my chair and strode to the water cooler. I gulpe
