Leilani.
"What in hell is the meaning of this, Jay?" I hissed through gritted teeth before I could stop myself, my heart pounding in my chest both in annoyance and betrayal.
Annoyance because this wasn't something anyone with a conscience could just throw at anyone out of the blues, most especially someone who claimed to love you.
And betrayal because somehow, I think I know why he was doing this.
My nostrils flared when he still wouldn't—couldn't— bring himself to look at my face. He waved me off like I was nothing but a petulant child and hissed; "You're being transferred. The new branch in Germany deserves a competent general manager, and there is no one more fit for that position than you, Leilani."
"Are you doing this because you think I am fit for the job or because you just want to throw me out of NYC?!" I barked, and at the sound of my words, he finally lifted his head to look at me.
