Ava was alert and her steps were calculative when she entered the private room.
Mr. Moore rose from his chair as he noticed her entering. "Hello, Miss Ava, thank you for coming." He extended his hand toward her.
For a moment, Ava froze, staring at that hand. In her mind, she was already breaking it. She remembered all too well how this man had molested her, tried to force himself on her, and later pretended she had seduced him when Dylan showed up. The memory burned inside her like acid.
Maybe Dylan had planned this to humiliate her. How cruel he was! He had not hesitated in allowing another man to violate her.
Ava's fury simmered beneath the surface, but she kept her composure. Since everything was happening just like it had happened in the past, she was certain Dylan would show up.
