Chapter 77 Hidden Agendas

• "I fucking knew it," I spat, glaring at him. My client-no, my manipulator-sat back in his oversized desk and leaned back, as if I was some piece on a chess board that he knew he could manipulate the entire time. That smirking smile said it all. "You've been playing me this whole fucking time, haven't you?"
• His smile never once wavered. "Jasmine, darling," he began, that infuriatingly smooth tone oozing with every word, "you're reading too much into things."
• "Don't you fucking dare 'darling' me!" I spat, closing the gap between us as my hands fisted in my sides. "You think I'm stupid? I know what you've been doing. Every deal, every offer, it was all part of your sick little plan to keep me wrapped around your dick, wasn't it?"