"Shame?" She repeated the words as her hands hovered over the porcelain cup, the heat from the steam hitting her skin, but the coldness in Sarah's whisper was sharper.
She gave a calm smile as she leaned back into the sofa.
"What's your definition of shame, Miss?"
She drew the 'miss' long enough for Sarah to furrow her brows.
Anderson's attention turned to them, and his eyes narrowed. He didn't step in. Not because he didn't want to. But because he believed Rebecca could handle herself.
Sarah, on the other hand, was taken aback due to the lack of reaction from Rebecca. In normal cases, she was meant to be thrashing the office or throwing a tantrum.
But this woman—she was calm... too calm that it gave her the feeling that Rebecca was always in control.
"Why are you still clinging to Mr Vance?" She forced out through gritted teeth, her fingers digging into her palms. "You've done nothing but disgrace him and you think you have the nerve to sit in his office?"
