"Isabella, what happened? Harding Group just put out an industry blacklist."
"Who on earth did you cross?"
Before I could get a word out, heavy footsteps thundered outside the door.
Several men kicked it open.
It was Amy.
She stood there in designer rain boots, tracking mud across my spotless floor.
"Isabella, Dirk said you left some things at his place."
She flicked her wrist, and a bodyguard tossed a black garbage bag onto the floor.
Inside were every piece of clothing I'd bought him over the past five years.
Every last one, cut to ribbons.
"Dirk says all this junk is an eyesore. He wants you to get rid of it yourself."
Amy circled the apartment, her gaze sweeping over everything before finally coming to rest at my workstation.
That was where I kept my most prized authentication tools.
"So this is what you depend on to survive?"
She picked up a custom-made magnifying loupe and tossed it on the floor.
Crack. The lens shattered.
I'd scrimped and saved for an entire year to afford that.
"Amy, don't you dare!"
I lunged forward to grab the rest of my tools.
The bodyguards seized me, pinning my arms behind my back.
Amy walked up to me and slapped me across the face. Hard.
"Don't I dare?"