The Kingstons

I knew. I knew that she was not here for small talk or pleasantries; she was here to assert her dominance, to remind me of my precarious position in her grand scheme of things.

She was here to show that she was the puppet master and I was just the puppet.

I tightened my grip on the edge of the table, forcing myself to maintain a facade of calm despite the shaky and bitter feeling that sat within me. “I have already told you, Fallon. I am not interested in your deal. I never was, and will never be. I made my decision.”

Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Oh, I’m well aware of your decision, Linda. I have been aware of your loyalty to your husband.”

“Did you even see what was in the file that I sent you?” She continued.

“You mean that file that you had a stranger drop at my feet, pretending that it was a mistake?” I raised one of my eyebrows.

“To-ma-to, to-mah-to,” She replied, rolling her eyes. “My