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The normally quiet office looked like some kind of smoky boardroom. Cigarette smoke everywhere, tables covered with coffee cups and overflowing ashtrays.
Sebastian and Vivian were sitting there like king and queen, surrounded by a bunch of
fancy–dressed businessmen kissing their asses.
“Mr. Walker, you’re incredible! Youngest billionaire in New York, and now you’ve got connections with the old–money families–sky’s the limit for you!”
“My company’s nothing compared to yours–we’re gonna need all the help we can get, Mr. Walker!”
I coughed from all the smoke.
Sebastian looked over at me with this “I fucking knew it” expression, holding up his hand to shut everyone up while staring at me like I was dirt.
“Well, well. Julia, you really followed me all the way out here? That’s even more desperate than I
thought.”
Everyone turned to stare at me.
“Mr. Walker, who’s this?”
Sebastian’s smirk got even nastier as he put on this fake sympathetic act.
“Guys, meet my pathetic ex–wife. Now that I’m successful, she’s stalking me like some psycho.”
“Julia, since you begged your way out here, how about you start by getting everyone coffee? Maybe if you grovel enough, I’ll throw you a bone.”
All the businessmen immediately looked at me like I was trash.
Someone looking to kiss Sebastian’s ass immediately piped up.
‘Damn! Mr. Walker and his lady are relationship goals–everyone knows he’s crazy about her. You’re not even good enough to shine his shoes!”
‘Mr. Walker, you’re way too nice! This bitch probably got used up and tossed aside, and now she’s
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back ‘cause you’re loaded. Watch yourself!”
Another guy shoved his cup forward aggressively:
“Yo, waitress! Where’s my water? How you gonna win back Mr. Walker with shitty service like that?‘
As the insults got worse, Vivian was cracking up like it was the best entertainment ever. She casually flicked her perfectly manicured nail, sending her water glass crashing to the floor.
“Whoopsie! My bad, Julia sweetie! Clumsy me! You’re such a doll–you’ll clean this mess up and grab
me a fresh glass, won’t you?”
Everyone erupted in laughter while Sebastian sat there with that cruel smirk, watching me like I was
dirt.
I chuckled softly and grabbed the water pitcher.
I was about to drench the whole damn table when Mr. Lewis went bright red and frantically blocked
- me.
“Ms. Grace, no! Please, let me-”
“Folks, Ms. Grace here is VIP–our principal flew her in special from New York…”
Sebastian slammed his foot into the table, his voice ice–cold.
“Cut the shit! Same fucking story on repeat–we get it!”
“She’s my pathetic ex–wife! She screwed me over, so when I say jump, she asks how high! End of
discussion!”
One businessman made a show of standing up.
“Well, if this is your idea of hospitality, you can kiss that funding goodbye…”
Mr. Lewis completely lost it, running around trying to stop people from leaving, practically in tears.
“Wait, please! You can’t go–our principal’s in the ICU and she trusted me to take care of you…”
“She’s gonna kill me if you all walk out…”
I set down the pitcher, took a deep breath, and smiled at Mr. Lewis.
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“It’s fine. They’re our guests–I got this.”
Watching me pour water for everyone, Sebastian finally looked pleased, giving me an approving
nod.
“There we go, Julia. Much better.”
I ignored him completely, just kept their glasses filled.
The conversation shifted back to business deals, Sebastian throwing in comments here and there
while keeping his predatory gaze locked on me.
What nobody saw was Vivian under the table, her fingers clawed together in rage, eyes burning
with pure hatred.
That afternoon, Mr. Lewis took me around to meet the kids.
They were all hiding behind doorways, peeking out at me shyly.
I pulled out the candy I’d brought and suddenly they were all over me like excited puppies,
chattering non–stop.
This sweet little girl named Lily Shaw picked some wildflowers and bashfully handed them over.
“Ms. Grace, are you gonna be our teacher? You’re so pretty–like a princess in the movies!”
I grinned and scooped Lily up, taking her flowers.
I had no clue that one innocent moment was about to royally screw us both over.
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