"This is my resignation letter". Surprise flickered across his face. The cutting remark forming on his lips died before it landed. Because I continued, my voice perfectly level: "The other one is our divorce agreement".
William's expression sharpened in an instant, cold and scrutinizing. His fingers clamped down on the leather armrests of his chair. He drew several deep breaths before he trusted himself to speak, and even then his expression was far from pleasant.
"Playing hard to get doesn't work on me, Pamela". If I hadn't known exactly who was crouched beneath his wide executive desk at that very moment, I might have actually believed he was asking me to stay.
"Mr. Sanchez, I'm tired". "Tired?" William laughed. His handsome features held no trace of warmth. "Pamela, you couldn't bring yourself to leave the Sanchez family's lap of luxury for ten years. What changed today? Or have you already latched onto some other rich man with that body of yours?"
"Don't think for a second I'll go soft". Every word was a blade, sinking into my chest one after another. He picked up my divorce agreement between two fingers, gave it a careless glance, then flicked it into the air.