I smiled widely as I looked into Alex's eyes, letting the grin stretch my lips until it felt like a mask carved from ice. "What promotion? Alex, are you now a bigshot? If yes, why don't you help me too? I mean, I am living a poor lifestyle, right?" My smile was totally fake as I looked at him, eyes locked on those predatory depths, probing for cracks in his golden facade. The words dripped with mock desperation, bait to lure out Bureau threads hidden in his "success."
Alex leaned back, savouring the moment like a protagonist from my novels, gloating over a conquered villainess. "I am going to become the CEO of the company," he announced, voice smooth as the congealing fettuccine on my plate.
What the fuck?
How?
Isn't it too spontaneous?
"What position were you before?" I pressed, fork stabbing pasta harder than needed, sauce splattering like blood.
