Abigail's lips curled slightly into a tight, bitter smile as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs slowly. "I know what I'm doing, Victoria," she said in a low, confident tone. "There's something already on my mind. But it's not something I can tell you right now. Timing is everything, and I won't mess this up because I rushed. You'll know when I need you to know. But just trust me it's not going to be nice."
Victoria let out a sharp sigh and folded her arms, pacing a few steps across the office floor. "Well, you may want to be secretive with your plan, but I'm not going to sit around and watch. I have my own way of handling things too. I'm going to speak to my father. I'll tell him everything about what Robert said, about what just happened, and how he's been defending that woman like she's some goddess. My father isn't going to take this lightly. He'll do what's necessary. And if I know him well enough… Robert is about to feel something he wasn't ready for."
