ELENA'S POV
The morning sun poured its golden light into the office, making everything feel warm and inviting. But inside, I was anything but warm. No, I was boiling with anger, simmering like a pot about to boil over.
As I sat at my desk, shuffling through papers, I couldn't shake the memory of Lisa's smug face from yesterday. She waltzed in, all dolled up and ready to flaunt her newfound relationship with Mark. It made me sick.
When Lisa breezed past me, her perfume lingering in the air like a bad smell, very very bad smel.lI felt my blood begin to boil. And when she leaned in to kiss Mark on the cheek, I had to clench my fists to keep me from screaming. Not like I'm jealous, it's the way she's flaunting him that is making me feel irritated.
"Morning, handsome," she cooed, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness.
