He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his voice cold as ice.
"Done? Beryl, without me, you're nothing."
"You think those producers and directors will still suck up to you? Still hand you roles?"
"One word from me, and you won't even be a footnote."
Every sentence hammered the sincerity of my past feelings against the wall like nails.
It made me realize just how terrible my judgment had been.
"Abraham, I truly regret ever knowing you."
This time, he was silent for a long while.
Long enough for a sports car to roar past on the street outside.
Then I heard his voice, ground out through clenched teeth.
"Fine. Just fine, Beryl. If you walk out that door today, don't ever come back."
I didn't respond. I just turned and left without looking back.
The next morning, I arrived at the agency right on time to handle the contract termination.
But on the way, someone pressed a cloth over my nose and mouth and dragged me away.
When I came to, I was strapped to a wooden cross.
Two people stood in front of me.
Abraham explained in an unhurried tone, "Marina wants to play a game of darts. She specifically requested you as the target."