I:: INVESTORS

"What is it that you want from me, Ms. Cabello?" She sat back with those devilish eyes, her hands clasped together with a pen in between her fingers.

I tremble in front of her desk, anger and adrenaline controlling my actions and emotions. "I want you to fuck me." I pointed at the desk. "I want you to fuck me right on the desk he showed you the invitations to the wedding." Tears welled in my eyes, the anger kind, the type of tears that made you want to laugh maniacally as to not show the world how hurt you truly were. "Right here," my voice cracked, "on that fucking desk."

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