"Who do you think you are, Olive? You actually dare threaten me?"
"I'll kick your chair as many times as I damn well please. What are you going to do about it?"
As she lifted her other foot to kick again, I spun the steel pen in my hand and drove it straight into her thigh.
A piercing scream tore through the conference room. Every person in the room sucked in a sharp breath.
"Secretary Finch, you brought this on yourself."
The moment he saw his precious secretary hurt, Terry snapped.
He stormed toward me, his heavy leather shoes hammering the floor with every furious stride.
I caught his raised right hand in a vice grip and spoke, each word deliberate and razor-sharp. "Terry Gilbert. The only reason I ever tolerated your nonsense—let you parade around and act out in front of me—was never because I was afraid of you. It was because you were my fiancé."
"But now that you've decided to end our engagement, I don't have to indulge you anymore."
I wrenched his arm and hurled him sideways.
He crashed to the floor beside Beulah, staring up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. He clearly hadn't expected someone he thought of as fragile to have that kind of explosive strength.