Too Late For Sorry

It was from her gallery, the one tha

was "Termination

ons" and the resulting "reputational damage," they were severing all ties, effective immediat

of her eyes. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and

ing systematically dismantled, piece by pie

what little was left of her spirit. She walked to the bathroom cabinet and opened a new bottle of her medication. The doctor had t

on the sofa, staring at the blank television scree

noon, she heard a

tupid hope. He came back. He was

Ethan who walked in

a. Ethan's face hardened with annoyance. Chloe looked at her wi

voice cold. He didn't ask how she was. He didn't ack

. Chloe lingered in the doorway, her presence a violat

han asked, not looking at her. "I thought y

so devoid of care, that it

, her voice a low croak. "This i

exchange with wide, interested eyes. "I se

p, and it landed. Et

t, Olivia,"

oor. "You bring your little protégée, the girl you ruined

think," Ethan said, the deni

her voice gaining strength from the sheer, white-hot rage

Chloe. "Chloe, would you like

Some water would be lov

ivia. His eyes were fla

r some

sking. He was ordering her. Ordering her to serve the girl who

miliation. A power play to sh

neath Chloe. Be

l it made her feel dizzy again. She wanted to scream, to

er sides, the rage a silent, choking thing in her throat. She felt the p