turning the car into a rolling oven. She was no longer wearing the rags of her "wife" persona. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored pencil s
take this contract and shove it up your... No. Too emotional. Mr.
ellow. Vivian accelerated. She j
ack SUV in front of he
med her foot down, but the old brake pa
UN
was thrown forward, the seatbelt locking painfully acrossfrom the ho
ned, rubbing her he
lack SUV-a Maybach, she noted
ter. Then, a pair of polished oxfords hit the asph
inks, looking at the crumpled rear of his quarter-mill
rsized, cat-eye frames. She shoved them on. She checked the mir
ed her d
ping out into the street. "Who brak
use that had seen better days, storming toward him. Her hair w
t recogn
r creature in oversized cardigans. This
oice carrying over the honking horns. "That us
from him. She had to tilt her head back to look him in the
road. There was, indeed, a p
smoothly. "You, however, were clearly
," Vivian hissed.
ched. He wasn't used to being shouted at.
d over her, casting a shadow that blocked the sun. "Bu
ld that surrounded him. It made her want to pun
t," she lied. Her insuranc
her rusted Chevy. "But I'm a generous
pulled out a business card-one she had printed an h
ained stuck to his lapel for
ans. Designer
. He stared
the word. His face twiste
hind her sunglasses. Here
e, lingering on her mouth, then her hair. But
ce dripping with ice. "Of all the names in N
clearly loathed. The realization was a slap in the face. She had lived with this man for two years, shared meals (mos
ce dropping an octave. "And I'm late
an eyebrow.
nfirmed. "So if you'll excuse m
ack to her steaming car. She yanked
ching her. He should be annoyed. His car was
tle her car into gear and screech away, h
sem
as he got back
ir
l them to go easy on the
ir. Who
d out again. He ran h
un a check on her. I want to know if she's related to my

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