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“I’m deeply moved by your concern, Don, but I’m not here to secure my future. I’m actually here to discuss yours.”
“Oh really?” he murmurs, linking his hands behind his head while his gaze runs boldly all over me. “I’m all ears then.”
“First I need to ask you about something that happened a while back.”
“What is it about me you want to know?”
“What were you doing at the Greenhouse Halloween party seven years ago?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Greenhouse Halloween party. There was a girl who was half-passed out on the bed. Long silvery blonde hair… She’d just had an argument with her boyfriend…”
A glint of recognition crosses his face. Or that might be his smirk, but he stiffens even as his gaze goes to my hair.
The motherfucker remembers.
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at here, but I would tread carefully, Stella.”
“Drop the fucking act, you son of a bitch. You thought you fooled everyone. You even had the police working with you. But you and I know what you did the night after you won that tristone ring from Ryan.”
He watches me for the longest time. Just when I think he won’t say anything, he clenches his fist and his mouth twists into something that’s too cruel to be called a smile. “You know, Stella, I always thought there was something familiar about you. Does that loser know I had you first?” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Does it still hurt?”
A strong wave of nausea hits me, I almost fan my face but I make myself act unaffected. “You could never ever have me you sick bastard—that was my sister. But it doesn’t matter. You will be spending the rest of your miserable life behind bars.”
“What?” His face is no longer that insolent mask. His brows.
“Yep,” I reassure him. “Incidentally, I don’t think rich, entitled rapists do very well behind bars. Who knows, maybe you’ll get bent over a few times too while at it. It’d be poetic justice.”
He raises an eyebrow and scoffs, “You have no proof.”
“I didn’t before,” I casually slip my hand into my purse and grab a handful of CDs. They are empty CDs but the dates have been transferred onto them.
“I do now.” I hurl them across the desk straight at him. Some bounce against his arms and clatter to the floor, the CDs rolling around. “There’s your proof!”
His eyes widen. “What the fuck?”
I stand, leaning over the table so I can get into his face. “They’re copies. The originals are with the police. But you know exactly what’s in them, don’t you? Gosh, whatever happened plain old USB or memory stick?” I shrug, spreading out my arms. “They are so easy to carry around and even easier to hide. But instead, you get yourself a safe and cram them all in. What are you, an idiot?”
“You broke into my home. How dare you!”
“No, that was Carmen. She broke into your safe. Opened it in two tries, too. So, you see, you’re not half as smart as you think, Don.”
He’s gone pale as a sheet, his jaw slack. I don’t wait for his response but stride to the door and throw it open.
Carmen walks into the room, her effusive presence filling the space. “Hello, dear husband.” She looks around. “Fancy you making it into this office. It’s all you ever dreamed about, isn’t it?”
“C-Carmen,” he stutters and scrambles back as if he’s seen a ghost “Where did you go all this time? How could you stay away for four years!”
“Well, the same reason why I’ve come back. Justice.”
Carmen looks around the room, at the CDs on the floor, and shakes her head. “You’re a sick puppy, Don. I need to see you pay for everything you’ve done.”
He stands abruptly, his face now blotchy red with anger. “You bitches think you can pull me down with your half-baked lies and frame me?”
Carmen shoots back. “It’s kinda hard to frame someone who likes to watch himself hurting others. After you’ve had a hard day at work or something’s gone awry, you like to lock yourself in your library and make yourself feel better by exerting power over people you think are weaker than you. Small-boned young women.”
“Get out!” he roars.
