Chapter 8 - Evelyn Storms Into My Office With False Threats
Late Thursday afternoon, the heavy glass doors of my corporate office flew open with a loud, dramatic crash.
Evelyn marched into my workspace, her designer coat swishing around her ankles as her face twisted in absolute rage.
“You ungrateful little gold-digger! How dare you freeze my accounts and lock me out of the guest wing!” Evelyn shrieked.
I didn't even look up from my computer monitor, continuing to type out a client proposal with absolute calm.
“Security is stationed in the lobby, Evelyn. If you don't turn around right now, they will physically throw you out,” I warned quietly.
“I raised Daniel! I built this family’s reputation while you were just a struggling nobody from the suburbs!” she screamed.
“A reputation built on cruelty, theft, and forcing a four-year-old child to eat off the floor,” I retorted, standing up slowly.
I locked eyes with the arrogant matriarch, stepping around my desk until we were standing only inches apart.
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“You thought you could break my son’s spirit? You picked the wrong mother and the wrong property to mess with,” I whispered.
Evelyn raised her hand to strike me across the face, but before her fingers could move an inch, the office door pushed open.
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