When I saw Evelyn standing on our doorstep beside Claire, my husband’s powerful boss, the air seemed to thicken. The same girl he’d humiliated over a spilled drink now stood taller, not because she wasn’t afraid, but because she wasn’t alone. Claire’s presence said everything: status, authority, and, most devastating of all, knowledge. George’s face drained of color, his arrogance collapsing into something small and cornered.
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