Ménage à trois?

**SCARLETT'S POV**

I stand in the shower, letting the scalding heat of the water wet my hair and warm up my entire body. The tears in my eyes falling more rapidly than the water from my shower head. I am exhausted; drained; just in need of exactly this - crying in the shower. 

It gets very tiring - this having to get everybody to sit up straight, act right and actually take notice of you. Most of the people at my father's company expected me to never come back. They expected me to be a pushover, which is exactly why they did not put in as much blood and sacrifice into their work as they should have. 

I remember clearly, the shock I felt when on interrogation of the officials, one of them opened up that they had actually planned on handing over ownership of my father's company to Storm Company, just for the promise of owning larger shares in the new merged companies. 

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