Betrayed By Ambition: Ava's Revenge

And now, Mark was here, sitting across the polished table from her, looking every bit the triumphant

" Mark said, his tone dr

given her impossible deadlines, buried her in mountains of meaningless paperwork, and subjected her to daily verba

ntinued, sliding a thin folder across the table. "It' s

he just stared at him,

through the mud any further," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "And as for asse

don' t be so harsh. It' s not her fau

us. Damon Blackwood had called her into his offic

ou have some... idealistic notions about technology. We' re going to cure you of that here. Your first pro

t, fueled by nothing but bitter coffee and sheer stubbornness, and produced a detail

st page and thrown the e

e had roared, his face turning red. "Do it

the first one in the office and the last one to leave. The nights were a blur of exhaustion and despair, sleeping for a few fitful hours on a

g back. Her hair was limp, dark circles shadowed her eyes, and she had lost so much weight that her clothes hung off her fr

me despair. But it was different. It was colder now, harder. The pa

elt nothing but contempt. He was a fool. A charismatic, handsome, successful fool, but a

ntally" bumped into her as they entered the room, shoving her hard against the doorframe. It was the same spot Damon Bla

and pretended to pick up a pen she had dropped, and as she straightened up, she kick

"Oh, Jessica, be careful! A

red expression on his face, as if he were watching a mildly amusing pla

h them, a mixture of pain and pure, undiluted rage. She had been silent for months, enduring every humiliatio

meeting Jessi

aid, her voice low and dangerous, cutt

what? You' ll write an et

The silence was gone

a strength she hadn' t felt in months, "get you

s bored expression sharpened into one of surprise, and then anger.