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Janella bites back the words that begin to form at her lips. The man in front of her keeps on talking, his luring voice pouring endlessly out of his mouth. Another excuse, another bargain, another lie. She had once appreciated his shrewd nature, the cunning intellect behind that plain facade of a face. But when she realised she was just another stepping stone for his bid to climb to the top. Every compliment he gave, the way he'd volunteer to meet her clients for her, every damn time he "lost" her designs was just him doing away with the competition. The tipping point was when he muttered that she was underneath him. He didn't think she heard but she did. She had taken a seam ripper to all of his suits and recycled the fabrics.
Now here he was, a week after no talking or texting. Expecting her to be fine after all of that. Expecting to be welcomed back with open arms.
He finally stopped talking to catch his breath, his eyes shining expectantly and a familiar smile tugging at his lips. She looked at him for a beat and he smiled wider.
She slammed the door, hearing the distinct shatter of his designer sunglasses against the door. She had enough of bullshit for today.












