Chapter 3: Rising Action
I push the heavy metal door open and step into the parking garage, my high heels echoing on the cold concrete floor. The cloying scent of gasoline hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant scent of fresh rain and the more immediate metallic smell of my own blood.
My breath comes out in ragged pants, my heart thrumming a frenzied rhythm against my chest. I'm shaking, trembling, but it's not from the cold. It's from the fury that courses through me, a burning, seething inferno that consumes everything in its path.
The door slams shut behind me with a resounding echo, but I barely hear it. My thoughts are consumed by Jenna, that two-faced, treacherous bitch. She sat there, her face an innocent mask, as she tried to destroy me. As she confessed to everything.
The way she'd been feeding lies to Amelia's bosses, poisoning their minds against her. The way she'd been stealing credit for Amelia's work, sabotaging her and turning her into the company pariah. And finally, the ultimate betrayal: the way she'd orchestrated Amelia's public humiliation, her stripping and defilement before the entire office.
Amelia's hands curl into fists at the memory.