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There were four in the room. Four tired and worn-out faces.
“I see.” I swiftly moved to the workstation they were all centered around. They made way as I pressed a few keys and then let the security scan my face. Once the scan was done, they heaved a huge sigh.
“All we want to do is update the framework according to…” George trailed, tapping away until he gave two last taps on the space bar.
“..and we’re done.”
Another one, Renee, spoke, “We’re all set for tomorrow, sir.”
I nodded. Tomorrow, we’d show the investors.
Almost immediately, all of them began to rise.
“Good night, sir.” They chorused.
“Good night.”
They all hurried out, and I was left with Evie. We should go home. I should return to Sophie.
But as I watched her sit silently on the other end of the table, I couldn't help the question that suddenly came to mind.
“Your experience,” I trailed, bringing myself closer to her position. She held my gaze.
“…what exactly happened?” I was curious to know what experiences she had.
The glint in her eyes told me she understood my question. She licked her lips. My eyes followed the movement.
“Only if you tell me yours,” she replied.
Her response tipped the edge of my lips in a small smirk. “Deal.”
I took a seat a few inches from hers as I waited. From how deep she inhaled, I figured it was probably a sensitive topic.
“It's okay if you don’t want to discuss it.”
“No,” she whispered softly. “It's okay.”
She licked her lips again. “I was nineteen in my second year in college. I had a boyfriend, Stephen. He was my first… And...”
A forlorn look clouded her eyes. I held my breath.
“And I loved him. I thought he did, too. Or so I thought. One day after a party, we went to my dorm, and he…he tried to…”
Shit. Suddenly, it clicked. It was why she froze those two times.
“Fuck, Evie. I'm sorry.” I slowly reached out to hold one of her hands on the table.
She tried to cover the pain in her eyes with a tight-lipped smile. It was still evident.
I felt the anger rise in my chest. “Did he get punished for it?”
She dragged a deep breath. “No.”
Fuck. The bastard was probably out there living his best life while she was here dealing with the painful memories. I clenched my fist.
I wanted to ask more questions. Like why didn't he get what he deserved? What happened after that? Why–
“He called me names... Said I was useless to him if he wasn't fucking me and that he never really loved me.”
