LydiaShe leaned forward and clasped her hands together, one side of her lips raised to the side as she spoke, “Believe what you want.” She said enunciating each word. I balled my fist under the table, still keeping a smile on my lips, trying as hard as I could not to expose my anger. I leaned into the chair, squared my shoulders, and crossed my legs, giving an air of authority. “Mary, whoever told you I am alive may also have said a few things, like…” I paused, raising my manicured finger to my eye level, and I studied them nonchalantly. “... I am no longer a pushover.’ I looked towards her, hoping she got the gist. Disgust twisted my stomach as I watched her face twist in envy. “Not to kiss my own ass, I am now powerful, the type you run flimsy errands for,” I said, so she understands that she is below me. “I will not be repeating myself,” I said, through gritted teeth, “who asked you to start a fire in the prison. Think before you speak this time.” I advised. No matter how ang
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