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“…I know. I’m sorry, hon. I promise to come a bit earlier today, so wait for me and don’t fall asleep, okay? I’ll make your favorite dish.”

A red haze covers my vision and I’m close to punching the wall.

I don’t, though.

I shouldn’t be even thinking about such violence.

“Are you having personal calls while working, Ms. Adler?”

She startles and stumbles forward before catching herself at the last second. The phone falls to her side and she stares at me with that frozen expression again.

Only, this time, I find no pleasure in it. The usual feeling is muddying with something else entirely nefarious and somber.

“I…” she trails off.

“You’re what? Does the firm pay you to talk on the phone?”

“I didn’t think…”

“Obviously. Are you daft?”

“I’m not daft.” She lifts her head. “Stop calling me that.”

“Then stop doing daft actions. Have another personal phone call while working and it’ll be your last. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

“And drop the fucking attitude. I mean it, Nicole. You’re not the one with superiority here.”

She purses her lips, but she doesn’t make the situation worse and remains silent.

I throw the document on her desk. “I need that back in twenty minutes. Get to it.”

Then I return to my office and close the shutters before I act on the animalistic urge inside me.

Hon.

That’s what she said.

Fucking hon.

And don’t sleep. Wait for me.

And she’ll make him his favorite dish.

Since fucking when does she even cook?

She’s always been a princess. Always tended to and served one way or another. So who the fuck would she cook for? Who the fuck would she hold in such high regard?

I pull out my phone and call the only person who can explain this clusterfuck.

She answers with a long, excited, “Bug!!”

Muse’s music filters from her end. She’s been obsessed with that band ever since we were teenagers.

“Hey, Bugger.”

That’s what my best friend and I have called each other since we were fifteen. Ever since I saw stars on her wrist and thought they were bugs. I asked her if that’s what they were and she was offended because they were the last tattoos her mother did. She swung around to punch me, but we lost balance and fell together in the pool.

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