I got home straight from the meeting, I didn't even think of going back to the office... My entire body felt heavy, my thoughts tangled.
The memory of Victor Langley's words still echoed in my head...
I like you, Sharon. I want you.
I locked the door behind me, dropped my bag, and sank onto the couch. My hands were trembling.
I picked up my phone and dialed Maxie.
No answer.
I tried again... Still nothing.
"Come on, Max," I whispered, my voice shaky. "Please pick up."
But the line kept going to voicemail.
With a heavy sigh, I dropped my phone on the table and rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself. That was when my phone buzzed again, an incoming call.
Beatrice...
I hesitated, then picked up, forcing my tone to sound normal. "Hey, Bea."
"Hey, Sharon!" Beatrice's voice was bright and smooth. "How have you been? You sound… off."
"I'm fine," I lied quickly.
