Chapter 157
It has been three weeks.
Three weeks since everything went to hell, and I could barely remember how I’d made it through them Wor’s
me whole, meetings, reports, numbers, faces that I didn’t care to remember. All of that just blurred into one huge sends of nothingness.
I hadn’t thought of him much. Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself.
But there would be silence between tasks, those rare moments where I could take a break, and my fhoughts would wander and stray. I would find myself glancing at the clock, wondering what he was doing if he had eaten, the we going couch sleep, if he still hated me, if the wounds I had inflicted on him were still fresh, if he regretted showing me that look of her that day.
And every time I thought of him, the gap in my chest would widen and I would grow more hollow
I have lost him, and I have also lost Gianna. Just when I had her as my friend, I lost her. She took what happened that day personally, and it made me wonder, “Has she gone through something like that?”
But I couldn’t bring myself to ask her when she wouldn’t even look at me.
Lucia said keeping busy would help. Maybe she was right. I was still standing, wasn’t I? I was still breathing still showing up Even though… even though lately, doing those felt like a chore.
I thought I had hit rock bottom before; I thought wrong.
This… this hell I was in right now was rock, rock bottom.
I couldn’t go any lower than this.
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I was wrong.
Around noon that afternoon, Gianna barged into my office, breathless, sweating, looking nothing like the calm and composed person I knew, bent over, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
I shot up to my feet, my eyes wide, fear making my heart race. “Gianna? What’s it?”
“The ship…. ment…” she stammered, struggling to talk.
I picked up a glass of water, moving to her and handing it over. “Catch your breath first.”
She downed the water, inhaling deeply. She straightened, dropping the bomb on me, “The shipment’s gone
I staggered back, a ringing suddenly sounding in my ears as my eyes went wide. “W–what do you mean gone?
I expected everything but this. Not this. God, not this.
“The military liaison is here. They’re saying the shipment didn’t arrive at their base.”
I shook my head, taking a step back until my ass hit my desk and I rested on it, suddenly dizzy. “That’s impossible. How could the shipment be gone? We sent it out!”
“The trucks,” Gianna continued, looking blue. “The entire batch. Gone. No one can reach the drivers. The trackers were
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Gianna shouted my name, but I was no longer seeing or hearing anything.
Medea. Medea. Medea.
“This is too far,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “This is too far, Medea.”
How could she? What did she hope to gain? And then the answer hit me from nowhere, tilting my world.
I raised my head and looked at Gianna with my eyes wide. “Medea… she’s my opponent.”
Gianna frowned. “What are you talking about?”
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“She’s my competitor, Gianna! That foolish woman has been in the shadows all this while, trying to take my company a from me! Those… those foolish old men. I thought they were against a woman being the CEO, so why then are they helping that bitch? What the fuck did she offer them?”
I jumped to my feet, but the room spun. I would have fallen if Gianna hadn’t caught me.
“I have to go see her,” I muttered, resting all my weight on Gianna, because I could barely keep myself standing, “I have to gu see that bitch.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
