The fabric was still damp, still smeared with filth. The instant it touched her skin, Vivian let out a shriek of pure revulsion and scrambled out from under the desk.
Just like that, disheveled and half-undressed, she stood face to face with every single person in the room.
And because two companies were involved, there was a live video conference running too.
Everyone in the room sucked in a sharp breath. On the other end of the video call, the conference erupted into chaos.
Some fool even let out a low whistle.
Vivian's eyes turned red instantly. She scrambled to cover herself with both hands, then looked to William, desperate and pleading.
William tossed her his suit jacket and stood, fastening his belt.
He walked over to me. The slap landed clean and crisp across my face.
"Who gave you permission to touch what's mine."
Then he sat back down, his expression as calm as if nothing had happened. "Let's continue the meeting."
I couldn't remember how I got home. My face burned with a searing sting, and my chest ached with a pain so dense it felt woven into every fiber of my being.
I collapsed onto the couch, every last drop of energy drained, and passed out.