At that moment, Abigail's steps echoed sharply down the narrow hallway as she walked away from the man's office. Her jaw was clenched beneath the mask, her grip tight around her small black handbag. The silence between her and Victoria only lasted for a few seconds before Victoria caught up beside her, her heels tapping quickly in sync.
"What the hell is going on?" Victoria's voice was sharp, confused, but also a bit irritated. "You're canceling everything? Why? You don't want to deal with Cora anymore? That bitch Abigail, are you serious right now?"
Abigail said nothing. She kept walking, her face unreadable behind the dark sunglasses.
Victoria didn't back down. "Hope you remember what's at stake. Hope you remember what she did to you. To your face. You can't just let that go. If you pull out now, you're handing her the win on a silver platter. It'll be a slap to both our faces. All this time, all the planning you remember, right? Or are you seriously backing out without a plan?"
