Twelve

James was walking quickly into the office. And that familiar woman was standing in front of the door.

He turned around and a smile came across his face.

-You're a little late. Did the babysitter make you late? -she said mockingly. James gave her a poison look.

-I don't think it's in your best interest.

-Come on, Drew, it's not. Do you really think you'll ever get over her?

- I beg your pardon?

-Well, let's stop talking about her. We need to talk and you know it.

James walked into his office and made sure the door was locked. He couldn't handle the situation.

-You're making my life miserable. You can't come near my house, don't send letters, don't come near me.

- That's what happens when things get out of hand. It's a painful lesson.

-I've been getting nervous all these days. What do you expect me to do? I can't hide this.

She laughed,

-But you don't have a choice. You know that.

- It's in the past! - he shouted. The woman became elated. - What the fuck do I have to do to make you let