#Chapter 142- Hot and Cold
Fiona
She’s here again, batting her eyelashes and hanging on his arm. Her perfectly curled hair and tight pencil skirt helping her show off her assets disgust me. Ethan continues typing on his keyboard, saying something to Angela occasionally, but she’s the main one talking.
I hold my breath when she reaches for Ethan’s face, and just as her fingers brush his cheek, the pencil in my hand snaps.
Ethan hesitates, glancing at Angela before slightly moving away. Though, she doesn’t let him. The rolling chair she sits in allows her easy access to follow him as he moves, which grates on my nerves.
Can’t he just tell her to leave?
It’s not hard. All he would have to say is that he’s working or that she’s distracting him. Then she could leave, and he’d be with me… I shake my head. No, he’d be alone, then.
Alone enough to work and not be distracted by annoying women.
When Ethan still doesn’t show signs of getting rid of Angela, I sigh and brush the broken pencil bits off my p

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