VICTORIA’S POV
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Why the f**k are all the lights so damn bright? I slightly squint as I walk into the big, spacious lobby. It’s brighter than the f*****g sun in here. Everything is pristine, the white interior reflecting the white LED lights. The couches are white, the coffee table has white legs with a clear glass top and even the damn flowers are white. Whoever the hell owns this building is a clean freak, because a person would definitely see if a speckle of dirt showed up on the floor and I’m pretty sure that whoever inspects it would flip if they did find a speckle of dust.
“Mrs. Devereaux,” A tall woman smiles, the man behind her remaining quiet, observant, almost like a cat stalking its prey.
“It’s Ms.” I correct. Even though I’m still legally married, I am no longer in a relati
