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More reminders of how alone I was.
The first bright moment in my life and Blake had tainted it. Was nothing mine? Did he have to own it all?
Parking was an absolute joke. Finally, I slid into a spot at a nearby drugstore and sprinted across the street. Carson Covenant Inc. vaulted into the sky. The glass vestibule gleamed with Christmas colors along the seams of the panels.
Christmas here too.
Not for the joy of it. No, it was because it was expected. Blake always did what was expected when it came to business.
Except when he fucked you brainless in that glass box.
My fingers curled into fists again as I swung the door open. When I got inside the vestibule, the lobby door was locked. I slapped the door. No. No, I couldn’t come all the way down here and not get inside.
I juggled my phone out of my purse. Of course the signal was gone, but the time on the face of my phone read 11:27.
Not locked down yet.
I slapped on the door.
“Can I help you, Ms. Copeland?
”
Relief flooded my overheated system. “Violet. Let me in.”
“You are no longer an employee of—”
“Dammit, Vi! I need to see him.” I twirled around in the vestibule. Surely there had to be a…
Oh fuck.
A camera had to be in the vestibule.
Flashes of our hours in here created a light show behind my eyelids. No amount of festive lights could push that memory out of my mind.
Vi’s chilly reception to me the last few times we’d interacted now made a lot more sense.
I didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Not now. Later, when I was ripping into Blake, but right now, I needed to get past his warden.
“You can see me.”
The speaker crackled for a moment before she finally spoke. “Yes.”
The simple words damned me and sliced away some of my bravado. “I need to see him, Violet. Please.”
I didn’t know where to look, how to convey just how much I needed her to understand that this wasn’t me being a crazy woman and ex-employee. It was so much more than that.
I ripped the clip out of my hair that kept what was left of my chignon up. “It’s personal. Not about being fired.”
“I’d say that’s very personal.”
“I don’t care about the job, goddammit.” Well, that was a lie. As soon as I said it, I knew it. For the first time, I knew it completely. As much as I loved my art, needed my glass and metals, I’d loved working there.
I loved being part of something.
Again, tied to Blake.
Why did it have to be him?
