Ryker
I had gone through three meetings, skimmed two contracts, and even tried drowning myself in spreadsheets, but it was no use. Zerah’s words kept echoing in my head like an annoying ringtone I couldn’t shut off.
"You’re being possessive."
"I’m not your property."
"Don’t gaslight me."
Each sentence ran laps around my brain, refusing to let me breathe. She made it sound like I had something personal to lose. Like she meant something to me.
She didn’t.
She couldn’t.
I rolled my pen between my fingers, sitting behind my desk, trying to keep myself from marching out of this office and demanding an explanation. I wasn’t possessive. She was just twisting things. That’s what people like her do. Gold diggers. They make a mess, then play victim. They’re good at reading people, turning th
