Then he turned to me, and just like that, his tone softened. “Danica,” he said gently, brushing my arm, “rules matter. People need to learn them the hard way sometimes. I’ll deal with her and come right back, alright?”
I nodded without thinking.
He grabbed the waitress by the wrist and dragged her away like she weighed nothing. Something felt wrong. Really wrong.
A few minutes later… I followed. I don’t even know why. Maybe I already knew what I’d find.
The conference room door upstairs was slightly open. I pushed it just enough to see.
And my whole world just… shattered again.
The waitress was sitting on the table, legs wrapped around Felix’s waist. The mask was gone. It was Shannon. Of course it was.
Her face was wet with tears, looking so pitiful, so fragile… like she was the victim in all this. My chest tightened so hard I thought I’d collapse. So this was it. This whole night… wasn’t for me. It was for her.