Hazel subtly gestured for Fiona to step forward. Fiona's heart slammed violently against her ribs not because of the transfer, not from the career upheaval, but because of him
The man she had once cornered herself into bargaining with.
The man she had told shamelessly, desperately that she would offer her own body as part of their deal.
And now he stood there, infuriatingly composed, unbearably close with another woman.
The audacity of it burned.
Fiona rose slowly, forcing herself calm. "Yes Hazel."
Manson's eyes locked onto hers, piercing, assessing, and almost predatory.
"Hi," Fiona said, her voice reluctant, tight with unease.
Meanwhile, the model hadn't taken her eyes off him, not even the flustered staff rushing around could distract her. She immediately closed the distance, burying both hands possessively on Manson's left arm, clinging to him as if marking her territory.
"Hi, I'm Karen," she purred, her smile sharp, predatory, and unapologetically confident.
