Now, with the advantage of my memories from my previous life, I was going to take that opportunity away from him. He owed me that much.
“Claire, what the hell are you talking about? If you want the project, I’ll give it to you, but we’re not breaking up,” Steve said, his voice dropping.
“Steve, you can’t have it all. You want to keep playing happy families with your stepsister and drag me along too? It’s not going to work. We’re done. Call me when you’ve made your decision. You have one night to think it over.”
“If I don’t hear what I want by tomorrow morning, I can’t guarantee what happens next.”
I hung up the phone before he could respond.
Steve tried calling several more times, but I ignored every single one of them, refusing to answer. After sitting in the car for a while, I finally started the engine and drove back to my apartment in the city center.
Just as I reached for the fingerprint lock, the door across the hall opened...
I instinctively looked over my shoulder. Across the hall, a man stood tall and confident in his suit. His appearance was striking, and when our eyes met, he paused, a bit taken aback, before flashing a slight smile. He gave me a small nod, a polite gesture.