The tension in the air was suffocating, so dense it seemed I could slice through it with a blade. I hadn’t exited Beatrice’s office following our intense dispute. I was unable to. The way she glanced at me, filled with peculiar satisfaction, indicated to me that there was more she was not saying.
So, instead of leaving, I stayed, forcing myself to breathe. Beatrice wasn't good at holding back her emotions, I needed to trigger her to say what she had in mind.
“Jack, you can have him for all I care, I’m not in competition with you on that, I’m married to a very successful man who loves me, unlike someone who forces herself on a man.”
My words cut through Beatrice’s chest like a blade, her expression filled with fury like she was going to attack me.
“I’m certain you must have done somet
