That bastard got me horny as hell and then hung up the phone on me!Leave my husband and be with him? Like everything is that easy!What an absolute asshole. Why in the world did I even think to call him? I should have known that he would behave this way, and that – Wait.Glancing at myself in the r
Cynthia doesn’t seem to agree. “Why, I’ll bet they even put you on broadcast before long.”“There’s no way they would put me in front of a camera,” I say. I’m no bombshell. No one’s going to click onto the news just to watch me.“There you go, selling yourself short, Esther,” Cynthia says. “I hate w
I go to work the next morning with a bit of a heavy heart.Mr. Carter and Paige are still gone for the weekend, I still have duties to attend at the country club. With my new job starting so soon, however, I feel it’s only right to print out my resignation letter and leave it on Mr. Carter’s desk fo
“I’ve heard that you started working at the country club,” my aunt says. Her smile may be fake but I can tell she’s genuinely trying to be kind to me. Bless her. Honestly. She’s always been in my corner. I wish we saw each other more often.“Yes, though –”“Under-utilizing your skills once again,” F
It takes several long moments for me to recover enough to actually understand fully what Thea is saying. I’m in shock, I think, trying to make sense of it.All this time, I’ve been willing to give Thea the benefit of the doubt, thinking her someone caught up in Garnar’s web. But now, I’m beginning t
Maybe Thea is too young to remember what things were like when we all lived together.That’s still no excuse for this betrayal now.Davis and the cook bring out soup first. It’s delicious, as always, but I wish I could be anywhere in the entire universe other in this room, sitting in awkward silence
Mr. Carver calls me only once on Monday, to thank me for my work at the country club and to wish me well about my upcoming job. I thank him dearly for the opportunity he gave to me, and extend my offer once more to help fill in on the weekends.“You are going to be a journalist,” Mr. Carver says to
“Thank you, Mr. Harbinger,” I say. In the past, we wanted me to call him Hugo, but everything feels changed now. He’s my boss. I should treat him with respect.He doesn’t correct me this time, though his smile does grow slightly tighter.“I’ll leave you to it, then,” he says and leaves the room.Rea
“We should watch the rest,” I tell him, though my voice is shaky. “No,” Miles says, more firmly. I breathe a sigh of relief. For my job, I know we have to hear it. But personally, I would like to go the rest of my life without even thinking about Edward Zimmer again. “The numbers are already u
Edward’s response comes in the form of a video message. Crystal set it up on the television on the wall, while Miles and I huddle closer to the screen. Miles holds tightly onto my hand. “Whatever happens. Whatever he says. We will stand against him and we will win,” he says. I believe him. Last
How could I say anything but yes? A thousand times over, yes, yes, yes. I’ve tried so hard since that first night, sleeping with Miles while thinking him a call boy, to not fall in love with him. Yet, as hard as I tried not to, my heart kept pulling me straight back to him. My love for Miles is so
We hold the press conference in front of the headquarters, setting up a podium outside the double doors. The news media organizations have been notified, so they send reporters and cameramen, who have set up around the podium. The release we sent out already told them that the conference would be
Later, I’m going to have to have a meeting and call in all the employees to discuss this. Their care is appreciated, but I need to be able to do my job. For now, though, it seems as if Crystal gets the hint. With a shallow nod, she continues her report. “Mr. Zimmer has been quiet since the inter
Garnar, knowing I was giving a difficult interview tonight, offered to watch the kids. Since they are at Garnar’s house, I expected the house to be empty when I finally returned. Instead, I see Miles’s car parked in my driveway and the additional security staked out around the premises. It’s a rel
Jean was warned about the story, but she still gasped. My eyes went a little wide. We came here to talk about this, but Daphne’s direct wording leaves me speechless. Daphne didn’t come here just to tell a story. She was ready to reveal her truth, once and for all. “Esther and I were victims,” Da
In the Harbinger HQ, in one of the studio sets arranged to look like a fancy living room, Daphne and I sit side by side on a white couch, facing an interviewer, a woman interviewer named Jean, who sits on an arm chair facing us. The setting is intimate, and Jean is a kind, middle-aged woman, who i
“Miles…” Emotion overflows within my heart. There are so many things I want to say, to express – my gratitude, my own affections, explanations about why this has been so difficult for me to accept – yet in the moment, everything gets tangled up in my throat. “Miles…” My tears fall from my chee