“Bullshit.” I hold up the note. “You want to threaten me with subtle digs?”
I hold the note out of his reach when he tries to grab it. He looks between the note and me.
“What is that?”
“Pathetic liar,” I throw back at him.
Max’s face contorts into a mask of anger and bitterness.
“You and I both know what a sore fucking loser you are.”
His face hardens for only a moment. “You don’t know a bloody thing about me!”
“How about we all calm down, huh?” a guy from his group asks.
I glare at him but turn back to Max.
“I didn’t send you anything,” he tells me, a serious expression on his face.
“What’s going on?” Annalise’s voice breaks up the tension.
“Nothing,” I reply. “Let’s go.” I snatch the rest of my belongings from the table and storm out of the room, Annalise trailing behind.
No matter what, nothing is getting in my way this season.
CHAPTER 14
Alyssia
“As you can see, the living room is expansive with a beautiful view of the marina,” Isabelle, the real estate agent hired by my new employer, explains as she holds her arms out in the entryway of my new apartment.
Life has moved fast in the three weeks since my interview. Once I told Éléanor and the organization that I would take the position, it’s been non-stop.
My new employer was gracious enough to hire a moving company that practically ensured I didn’t have to lift a finger, even when it came to all of the paperwork for my work visas.
Now, I’m working hard to keep my jaw off of the floor as I look around the absurdly spacious luxury apartment Isabelle shows me.
From the entryway, we enter into a living room that could host a party of twenty people, comfortably. The hardwood floors lead to a plush cream couch in the living room, which extends the length of the wall, curving to make room for the floor-to-ceiling window.
There are at least a dozen pillows lined along the couch.
The mirrored coffee table sits on top of a white carpet and brings the look of the living room together.
Nothing comes close to comparing to the view from the sliding glass doors. Beyond the view of the palm trees and tropical plants, stone buildings, and winding stretch of road, is the sea as far as the eye can see. A breathtaking sight of cerulean water flows until it turns azure and kisses sky in the distance.
The view is incredibly … romantic.
I shake my head of that thought and turn to stare at Isabelle.
“Are you sure this is right?”
Isabelle’s face contorts into an expression of confusion. “If this is too small, there is an apartment?—”
“Too small? You’re kidding, right?”
More pinched brows of bewilderment.
“There’s no way the Jacqueline Reed Foundation can pay for this and my salary.”
