When Loyalty Becomes Your Weapon

Ho, sitting across from a sharp, smiling woman from

finalized physical contract across the table. "Just a few signatu

ight of it feeling solid an

the bell on the café doo

Jen and

descending smirk spreading across her lips. She walked

t have to sit here all alone. I was thinking... if you come back to the office and make a formal, public apology to

, man. We can't have o

ng. I just l

counter with two coffees. S

fully, tapping the contract. "Once you sign, you

vanished, replaced by a mask of

ped. "SOM? You'r

tic, buzzing shriek that cut through the café's quiet m

's Mr. Benton's personal assistant. He's... he's at the firm. H

Her eyes darted to me, a flicker of the old calcula

m, her nails digg

" she hissed, her voice lo

, then back up at her terrified fac

," I said.