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"It was Beauty killed the Beast."
—King Kong. Directed by Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Schoedsack
Summer
"He didn’t." I crumple the paper and fling it aside.
Karma looks up from her laptop, "Let me guess." She pretends to think, "It’s the alphahole, otherwise known as, your husband?"
"My soon to be ex." A situation I can’t wait for. Something hot stabs at my chest; my heart begins to race. I can’t wait to be rid of him, to put all of this sordid mess behind me.
"Hmm." She resumes working.
"What are you doing?" I growl.
At least my own sister could be sympathetic to my cause, huh? She’s been curiously controlled in her reactions the last few days. Every time I try to talk to her about Mr. Sterling. Yeah, it’s back to that. Best to think of him in formal terms. Newsflash: tell that to my subconscious which has a one-track mind where Sin is concerned—Yeah, see what I did there?
"Karma." I march up to her, slap the laptop’s face down, a second after she yanks her hand out of the way.
"Oy, you were never this violent before."
"Shit happens." I scowl at her. "What are you hiding from me?"
"Moi?" She fluffs up her hair, "Nothing. Honest." She widens her gaze, looking not innocent at all. "After all there’s no crying in baseball."
"That's from A League of Their Own." I shoot back. "And, you can’t distract me."
She huffs out a breath. "I tried."
"What?"
"You are overanalyzing this."
"Me?" A slow simmer starts somewhere inside. "I’m overanalyzing?"
I spot the piece of crumpled paper, scoop it up, and walking back, I thrust it under her nose. "Read it."
She accepts it, reluctance written in every angle of her body. She opens it, peers up at me.
"Go on."
She sighs, opens it up, and begins to read.
"Aloud."
"Dear Ms. West,
This is to inform you that you are appointed Head of FOK quizzes a new division of FOK Media. Please report for work, 9 am tomorrow, and present your long-overdue ideas in response to the earlier marketing brief—I take it you have the details?
PS. You’re welcome."
"Aargh! That man."
She continues reading.
"Yours sincerely,
