-MIA-
"Rough night?" Boyd asked as I collapsed into the chair across from him.
It was early, and we’d scheduled a meeting at his office to go over a performance I’d agreed to do for another fundraiser he was organizing.
"More like rough weeks," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"Linda?"
I took a long, deliberate breath. "Who else?"
The queen bee was taking up more space than I’d ever imagined. She didn’t complain loudly or throw tantrums. Linda was smarter than that. Cunning. She played the fragile card. I’m so lonely. I’m scared. Please take care of me.
And Asher bought it. Every single damn time.
Her clothes were sent to a dry cleaner because, apparently, Anna wasn’t good enough. Asher hired an additional housekeeper because her room was "too dusty" and she had "allergies." She had a
