"The audacity of that twat! She needs to be dealt with, Clement!"
Josephine's voice detonated the moment the elevator doors slid shut, sharp and shrill in the confined space.
Relief flooded her chest when she confirmed they were alone. With the way fury crawled beneath her skin, with how her thoughts were spiraling into ugly places, she would not have tolerated even a stranger's breathing without lashing out.
"Clement, are you hearing me?!"
She whirled on her husband when silence greeted her. Her upcoming words stalled when she finally looked at him properly—really looked.
His jaw was clenched so tight it trembled, the cords in his neck rigid, eyes fixed on nothing and everything all at once. There was a storm there, dense and violent, brewing behind his stare.
Good.
That meant he was thinking. Planning.
"What are you planning?" she pressed, her voice lowering, anticipation curling with the anger.
Clement didn't answer. Instead, his gaze shifted and met Sabrina's.
