(Virginia’s POV)
The elevator ride down from Dorian's office feels like a walk of shame. My reflection stares back at me from the polished metal doors—makeup smudged, hair disheveled, eyes red with humiliation. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
He was supposed to listen. He was supposed to see what Scarlett really is.
Instead, he threw me out like garbage.
Security!
The word echoes in my head, making my cheeks burn hotter. How dare he? How dare he treat me like some crazy woman when I was trying to help him?
My hands shake as I fish my phone from my purse, barely registering the concerned looks from people passing by on the sidewalk. I need to get out of here. Need to think. Need to figure out what to do next.
Because this isn't over. Not by a long shot.
The cab ride home pass
