Chapter 7

Inside the company lobby, Clifford gently set Yesenia down on a sofa.

"What happened?" he asked, examining her ankle. It was already beginning to swell.

Yesenia turned her head away, pouting.

A security guard approached, holding a tablet. "Mr. Lambert, here's the security footage."

Clifford's face darkened as he watched the screen. He'd been to the café before; he recognized Nikita. And he knew who she was.

He tossed the tablet onto a nearby table. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

Seeing his lack of immediate outrage on her behalf, Yesenia's anger flared. "No! Just let my leg break for all I care! At least then I won't have to go out and be called a home-wrecking hen!"