AVA POV
My fingers were trembling so as I pulled the file open, desperate to see what was under but horrified at the thought of it all together. From where I am standing, I could hear crushing thunder, an indication of a heavy storm coming up.
An all took familiar sense of nostalgia hit me.
Serge stood there, like a predator who had already calculated every variable of the toil in my life. He looked unbothered, his eyes tracking the slight rise and fall of my chest with a cold, amusement that made me want to rip his face to apart.
After reading a few words in the file, I slammed it shut, with venom pulsing through me all the way to my head before , I harshly threw it at his chest.
It collided with his shirt before sliding to the floor, scattering a few loose pages across the carpet .
