The words “didn’t like the look of her” stung Adelina, dragging her right back to the moment Lara had called her ugly.
“No matter how pretty Catherine is, she’s just a secretary. Get it clear. You’re supposed to be working with Lance, not her, and I—”
“Exactly, we’re working with Lance. So why are you even here?” Lara’s eyes were ice cold, and every word she spoke landed like a knife in Adelina’s chest.
Lance would always take Catherine along to company events, never Adelina. It was obvious she wasn’t any help when it came to work. He didn’t even let her mingle with the wives of the business partners, even though she was practically his fiancée.
“I…” Adelina could barely get a word out. She shot Lance a pleading look, hoping he’d step in.
Lance’s face was so dark he looked like a storm cloud. “Lara might be good for Harrison’s business, but with a mouth like that, she’ll only bring him trouble one day.”
“That’s my problem,” Lara fired back, totally unfazed.
Harrison started sweating. He tried to defuse the situation. “Lance, maybe we should talk about the partnership another time. It’s getting late, I’ll take my wife back to the hotel so she can rest.”
Lance leaned back in his chair, calm and unmovable. “Alright. Aaron’s waiting for you at the door.”
Harrison and Lara left. As Lara grabbed her bag, she let the strap slap against the table, each smack as sharp as a slap across Adelina’s face.
Adelina’s eyes filled with tears. “Lance, do you think I’m useless too?”
“Of course not.” Lance pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips. “Call your dad and ask him to pick you up.”
“You’re not sending me home?” Adelina’s voice trembled, her face stiffening with disbelief.
Lance had always driven her home. Tonight, though, he just shook his head.

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