ough the heavy revolving glass door

g. A thick square of white gauze was taped over her forehead, stark against her pa

one look at her battered state and immediately dropped the

d the elevator banks and pressed the

a hand with perfectly manicured, blood-red nails

ne Prada suit and was flanked by two massive security guar

an's cast and the bandage on her head.

tle pity-play backfi

oor indicator above the door. She didn't hav

warning, Maelie stepped into Vivian's personal space. He

k of her wrist, she tilted the steaming cup of artisanal coffee she was holding, pouring the sc

abric instantly, searing Vivian's bruised

look of mock surprise. "Oh, my apologies. My hand simply slipped," she ann

ery interested in the financial reports in their hands. N

ion devoid of the pain the heiress so desperately wanted to see. She didn't raise her hand to fig

d walked straight past the executi

e HR Director. She slid her plastic employee

s drawer, pulled out a thick envelope stamped wit

ance," the Director said in a tight, r

t was the exact price tag Landon had placed on four years

er her. This was the math of the old mon

t to the envelope. "Sign this, take the check, a

e desk. She didn't read the document. She signed

up, and walked out of the offi

he bright morning sun stabbed at her eyes. She

The stark white bandage on her head, the heavy cas

envelope into her coat pocket, and