THE BOSS I HATED TO LOVE
“Celi? You okay?”
She didn’t answer. Her eyes were locked on the screen, where another video had already started playing automatically. Thor again. This time at a nightclub. The camera shook, lights flashed red and violet. He was sweaty-faced, shirt half-open, whiskey glass in hand, surrounded by beautiful, empty people.
His drunken voice rang out over the noise:
“A toast to the foolish man… who believed in love, turned his back, and got betrayed with a smile. Here’s to me… and bad luck to her!”