Goodbye, CEO Trashbag
Vivian clung tighter, cradling her stomach like the slightest breeze might shatter her.
Alfred, of course, didn't slow down. His long strides left her struggling to keep up, nearly tripping on the slick floors. For a split second, I considered helping—then thought better of it.
After the court session ended, I walked out of the building, only for my phone to buzz.
[Hannah Hill, you lost. I told you, an old hag like you could never beat me!]
I glanced up. She stood near the entrance, watching me with that smug little smirk. When our eyes met, she patted her belly like a trophy.