Amanda started to creep up on him as if she planned some sneak assault that might involve her begging. I’d love to see that, but the look of dawning realization in her eyes said she’d had enough. Until Michael spoke.
“Oh, we sent it to your father last night, as well. He wasn’t happy with you at all. I’m surprised your credit card still works.” Michael stood over her, his gaze deliberately looking down his nose at her.
“It didn’t, I had to pay for my lunch with cash.” Horror began to swim across her face, and she reached down to dig in her bag. “I have to go.”
She said it absently as she desperately hit the call button on her phone. “Daddy, please pick up.”
I heard the words as she walked away. Now that was revenge. I didn’t feel the relief I thought I’d feel or the sweet burn of vi
