POV: SASHA
"We need to talk.”
That is the message I see the moment I wake up this morning.
Not good morning. Not how are you doing.
Just we need to talk.
It seems despite been put on the outside in political circles, Elena's ego is still as gigantice as ever.
Still, she is not wrong
We do need to talk.
So I text back.
“Where?”
Not less than a minute later, she sends the address.
I walk into the private lounge Elena picked like I am walking into a dentist’s office, like there is something cold already crawling under my skin.
She is seated, of course, legs crossed, drink in hand, staring at her phone like it is the enemy. Her expression doesn’t shift when she sees me.
I’m already tense before I even sit down.
There are white tablecloths everywhere I look. Waiters that look like they were raised to never blink.
It is supposed to feel exclusive, expensive, controlled. But the second I see her,.already seated, not looking up from her phone, I know this isn’t a conversation. It is a verd
