Sallie's POV
"Sallie, will you come back with me to see Mom and Dad?" Webster asked, his words careful and hesitant.
Since discovering what Jill really was, Webster had been walking on eggshells around me. Today was no exception. He'd come here because of Harvey's stroke—something I'd caused—but his voice still carried that familiar pleading tone.
Webster used to depend on me when we were kids. Then Jill showed up, looking at him like he hung the moon, and suddenly he knew what it felt like to be needed. When push came to shove, he picked her side every time.
Now that Jill's mask had slipped and she no longer clung to him, Webster wanted to lean on me again. Too bad life doesn't work that way.
"If that's all you came for, get out," I said, my voice sharp as winter air. "I have work to do."
Webster had no business being here—he wasn't an employee—but his shares gave him building access. I gestured to my bodyguards rather than embarrass security by making them handle this mess.
