Knell
The hammer struck on a Monday.
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3:27 pm. Manon, in her office. She was just looking over a financial report when she glanced up. Her heart stopped.
No.
Holy god.
Not you.
Anyone but –
A smile, pit viper. Long blond hair and sleek suit and sharp heels. Pure bitch. Her eyes held Manon’s like a magnet. This is how the hammer strikes. Walking forward, she settled into the chair directly across from Manon’s desk. “Hi honey. Miss me?”
“Get the hell out of my office. Get the hell out of Miami.”
The other woman tisked, “Is that any way to talk to your old flame, your one true love?”
“You’re a cunt.”
“And you’re a bitch that got dragged in off the street, and believe me Manon, honey, I’d love to drag you right back out. But since we’re coworkers, maybe we should keep it professional.”
“You don’t work here. You never will. So get. out.” Manon was not shaking. Manon was not shaking. Manon was shaking.
Cocking her head to the side, the other woman smiled, all dripping venom, “I think you’ve been misinformed, baby. I do work here. In fact, I’m going to be working very closely with you. Your grandmother hired me herself just this morning.
Awww, surprised?
That’s sweet. You really don’t know anything, do you?” Standing up, she dragged her gaze over Manon’s body, slow and languid. “God, now that we’re colleagues, I’m going to enjoy having you on your knees outside the bedroom.
Bye bye bitch.”
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Iskra.
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Iskra was here. She –
Manon watched her walk away. And Manon wasn’t shaking. She wasn’t shaking. She was –
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This is how the hammer falls.