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“Just when I start to feel bad for you, you always pull something out of the bag that completely turns me around again and reminds me you’ll stop at nothing to win. What the fuck are these?” he swipes the top layers aggressively and sends them splaying off the bunker and across the floor around my feet, light falling leaves, as he scowls at me and locks his gaze on mine. Softness and regret are gone, and he picks up my printed document that informs her of my intention to sue for the loss of contract between our companies.

I step over them and lay my handbag on the counter on top of a few strewn loners with delicacy and shrug. Leaning down to open the cabinet and retrieve our medicine storage, acting like I don’t see them.

“I actually agonized over you finding out like that, hating myself for not telling you the truth….. only to find you fucking knew all along and were having me followed. Fucking followed. What even is that? What gav