Kimberly
Cindy thought she could humiliate me.
She thought she could grind herself all over Kendrick, smirk at me like she had won, and get away with it.
She was wrong.
I wasn’t going to scream or cry over Kendrick. I wasn’t going to beg him for an explanation or demand loyalty from a man who had never promised it.
But Cindy?
I could deal with Cindy.
I left Kendrick standing in his office and walked with purpose, my hands clenched into fists. My mind raced, my anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Cindy had always carried herself like she was untouchable, as if the world bent to her will. She thought she could manipulate Kendrick like before, but she had underestimated something.
Me.
She had no idea who she was messing with.
And now, I was going to make sure she never forgot
