The heavy silence following Dominic Mylod’s sharp retort was thick enough to be felt. Kate Hall’s face contorted, her carefully applied layers of foundation cracking under the heat of her indignation. Her eyes, framed by lash extensions that looked like spider legs, bulged with fury.
"What did you just say?" Kate hissed, her voice rising to a shrill octave that turned heads in the corporate lobby. She clutched her designer handbag as if it were a weapon, her knuckles white.
"Now, now, let’s not turn a reunion into a battlefield," Sienna Flynn interjected, stepping between them. She was exhausted from the internal politics of the Flynn family and had no desire to referee a shouting match. "Kate, it’s been a long time. Tell you what—since you’re back in town, I’ll take you out for a welcom
