Chapter 40: Let the Best Man Win
The slam of the door echoed like a gunshot through my office. I yanked at my tie, suddenly feeling like it was strangling me. My fingers trembled as I loosened the Windsor knot, gasping for air that seemed too thin.
"What the fuck just happened?"
The Diane who had just stormed out of his office was unrecognizable—fierce, dangerous, utterly fearless.
"Where the hell has she gotten this kind of nerve?" I muttered, collapsing back into my chair.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I replayed the scene.
Why the hell did she kiss me like that. The kiss that felt more like a declaration of war than an act of passion. And then those words that chilled me to the bone:
"I’m going to make sure you’re the one who can’t afford a cardboard box to live in when I’m done with you."
I reached for my phone with shaking hands, scrolling to find holbrook number—my lawyer. Voicemail. Shit.
"Goddamnit, Holbrook! Pick up!" I hissed, ending the call with more force than necessary and immediately redialing. Again, nothing. Voicemail.
"Please call me as soon as you get this," I said, through the voicemail.
I stood up again, unable to stay still. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead despite the arctic chill of the air conditioning. I could feel dampness spreading under my arms, staining my custom-tailored shirt.