Fiona
Guilt pools in my chest, making it tighten. It was wrong. I know it was, but I still did it. I’d been mad at Ethan for doing exactly what I just did to him.
“Did you use me to get at your husband?” He asks again, his tone hard and relentless. It demands the truth and nothing but that, showing me the true leader under the blank mask he so often dawns. The employees under him would definitely fold, but not me. I can’t let him win an argument that we shouldn’t even be having.
This isn’t the first time we’ve both used each other, and I don’t think it’ll be the last, but after our previous conversations that we had, I thought we were on better terms than accusing one another of being awful.
Annoyance boils in my gut. I thought we were making progress before his trip, so what happen
