Rico
I leave the office, annoyed that I didn’t even manage to figure out a game plan for landing that client.
As I head toward Sandra’s desk, I find myself wondering how her day has gone and what she’s been up to. I stop, thinking about her as I pull on my suit jacket and button it up.
“You’re looking handsome.” My mother’s voice drives into my temple like an ice pick, and I slowly rotate to face her.
“And you’re not welcome here.” I clasp my hands behind my back to hide their shaking. I’m not afraid of her. But she does inspire dark thoughts in me. If I ever decide to get even for what she’s done to me... she’d have hell to face.
Her eyes narrow, then soften. I take in her wrinkled appearance, seeing that time has not been kind to her. Her dark eyes search my face, as if seeking out
