ROSEHer name was Scarlett, Scarlett Bell.It seemed like a nice enough name, right? Wrong. Her name sent shivers along my spine and evoked a strong nauseating feeling in my stomach. I didn't like her. No, not one bit, and I could tell, by the pure anger raging off of her body, that she did not like me at all either.She sat across from me in a huge room filled with nothing but a large table, chairs, a screen projector, and rows of shelves stacked with documentation folders. The meeting room, I concluded."So, she's my replacement huh?" She seethed while staring at me.Deamian growled at her and grabbed my hand on instinct. I pulled it away, revolted at the thought of him thinking I was weak enough to need him to stand up for me. I had a mouth for a reason. Deamian shot me an apologetic smile, probably reading my thoughts.
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