My Boss, Her Lover
I couldn't reconcile the Rachel who clung to me every day with the one betraying me now, and in our own home, no less.
Quietly, I set the clothes back where I found them. My hand reached for the scissors on the table, and with my resolve hardening, I moved toward the bedroom door, ready to kick it open.
Just then, the phone inside the room started ringing.
I heard a man's voice pause mid-sentence.
My boss?
I couldn't have mistaken that voice if I had tried. It was Tommy Statham, my Avencia-born employer, speaking in his broken but unmistakable English.
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