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roll. And it bugged me. It fucking angered me like it had never before. “I’ve
always been very polite to you, Gerald.” My tone dripped with fury now, so
much that I almost couldn’t listen to the petrifying fear beneath it.
Threatening to come out. “So, I’m going to invite you to leave our table.” I
didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. If I did, everything would quiver,
shake so violently that it would break. “I don’t have time for you and your
sexist crap.”
His cackle traveled across the whole room, and heads turned in our
direction. “Oh, honey.”
“Gerald, please leave.” Rosie stood up from her chair, but her voice
hadn’t been heard by him.
No, a man that wore a face of someone who was about to leash out didn’t
listen to anybody. “Well, well, well.” Gerald’s mouth curled in a grim mock.
“Look at that.” He raised his voice. “Gets cozy with the boss and thinks she
can go around, telling off people. Calling me stupid names.”
My whole world came to a halt. It simply stopped spinning. All that icy
anger melted to the floor. The fear roared like a beast let out of a cage after an
eternity in captivity.
There was a sharp beeping in my ears. My vision blurred. Memories from
a past I had thought was left behind came rushing back, smacking into me
with the force of a truck.
Whore. Slut. You fucked your way through college. Sucked some dick to
get those grades.
I had done it again, hadn’t I? Stumbled upon the same fucking rock.
Although this time, I hadn’t just scraped my knees. This time, I had gone
down with everything I had. And I didn’t think standing back up, brushing it
off, and moving on was something I’d be able to do. Not this time.
My career. All these years I had worked my ass off in a field that wasn’t
exactly easy for a woman. Everything I had accomplished. All lit on fire by a
vile man who had turned a beautiful thing—one I had just found—into
gruesome mud and used it against me.
The warm grip of a hand against my arm. Delicate. Soft too. Familiar in a
way that was contradictory because it felt like I hadn’t had enough time to
learn. To tattoo it on my skin, so I wouldn’t forget.
“What’s going on, Lina?” a deep voice that spoke directly into my heart
came through the chaos in my head.
My gaze wandered around, finding pairs of eyes upon more pairs of eyes