But seconds later, the lock on my door clicked, followed by the crash of a chair being kicked over.
I rushed to the living room, only to see Max, furious, kicking over my daughter’s favorite bunny-shaped dining chair.
Vania was also with him, cowering behind him, pretending to be terrified.
“Max, what the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, hurrying to set the chair upright again. The sight of it, toppled and abandoned, made my already shattered heart ache even more.
But he strode forward and grabbed me by the collar. “Shannon, I thought you were just acting crazy. But you actually went and reported me and Vania to the higher-ups? How vicious can you be? Do you have any idea that this was the peak of my career? Now both of us are suspended and under investigation. Even if I get reinstated, my chances of moving up are next to zero!”
Vania then started crying softly beside him. “Because of those photos, people point at me and whisper behind my back on the street. Now I’m suspended too. I don’t even want to live anymore.”
Max pulled her into his arms protectively, but his eyes were full of rage as he glared at me.