And she got out her phone.
She did this sometimes. When she hadn’t rehearsed what she wanted to say to me through Google Translate, she would write it down and have the internet translate it for her.
But she didn’t show me words. It was a picture.
The conference set-up from a couple of months ago. The white sheet was draped over the extended table. The backdrop with the StormSprint logo. My name beside Fia’s.
My hand reached down behind the table, and sheclutched my arm, her eyes on mine as her mouth parted in pleasure.
“Okay?”
“So do as told or this everywhere,” she said with a nod.
I cocked a brow.
“You leave her.”
“No.”
I wasn’t capable. I couldn’t.
“Yes. Or this… everywhere.” She gestured around us at the entirety of StormSprint. “Your family will hate you.”
Too late by the sounds of it.
I shrugged and smiled at the cook, who placed one of the take-out boxes into a bag before calling out to one of the other workers behind him.
Get me out of here.
“Think of her. You ruin her job.”
My body went stiff. On the heel of my foot, I swivelled to face her. “I think of her day and night. She’s my first and last thought every day. Your photo proves nothing. It’s photoshopped for all I care. If you had the video, you would show me. But… you don’t.”
But someone did.
My jaw snapped shut.
“Who gave you that.” It wasn’t a question. It was all demand.
She shrugged, pursing her lips, her eyes glinting with power.
This had come from someone. Someone who didn’t want to expose this themselves.
But they were unhinged to give Nora so much control.
Which was exactly why she didn’t show me the video.
Because she didn’t have it yet.
But someone did.
“Who?” I hissed in English.
She lifted her hands in defence, a proud smirk on her irritating face.“End with Fia,”she whispered. “Then nobody need know your dirty thing.”
“You do realise, I wouldn’t be with you whether I was with Fia or not.”
That didn’t surprise her. “You two is wrong. I try make your name still good. All world now know you are family.”
