"Do you think they know? That they are telling the truth?"
Sabrina's voice was low, rough around the edges, already bruised by everything she had heard about an hour ago. It hurt to hear from Zane's mouth, pop and clear, that she had been sacked. On air. To the whole world.
She had always known. Always. From the moment that email landed in her inbox, she had seen it for what it was—a mere formality, a polite way of telling her she would never return to Whitman Jewelries.
Still, hearing Zane say it out loud, calmly, publicly, stripped away every illusion she had clung to.
How had she gone from a respected designer—praised, envied, sought after—to this laughed-at, mocked-at fellow?
Her fingers curled into the fabric of the bedspread as the thought burned. Gianna. Of course.
Where Gianna should have been jobless after stupid Dane sold his company, she had instead taken Sabrina's place in the industry. Taken her seat. Taken her spotlight.
