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