Unremembered Beforefall by Mark Twain 2
Chapter 2 Spoiled Honey
Chapter 2 Spoiled Honey
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I turned my eyes away. Watching them any longer felt like letting their filth touch me.
My hand found the familiar weight of my handbag, its leather worn soft at the edges from years of use.
Then I turned and started for the door.
“Oh, Jasmine, leaving already?” Teresa’s voice cut the air. She disengaged and moved quickly, positioning herself between me and my exit. “Don’t you want to stay a little longer and… savor the view? You won’t get many chances to visit this office again.”
She lifted her chin, her eyes performing a slow, inventorying sweep. The look was a transaction, pricing out used goods.
“Right, anyway, I’m the lady of this office now. Well, some outdated inventory needs clearing out. It clutters the view-don’t you agree, Kevin?”
As she spoke, she performed a calculated hair-tuck, unveiling the diamond studs—his latest investment. The stones caught the light, cold and brilliant, a deliberate assault on the senses.
My steps halted.
“Outdated inventory?”
The laugh was short, mirthless.
“To what exactly are you referring, Teresa? The couture you’re wearing-a slavish copy of my configuration from last season? The limited-edition heels I’d already deprecated from my collection?” My gaze drifted to where her hand gripped his arm. “Or the man you’ve scavenged from my discard pile?”
Her smile solidified, then cracked into something ugly.
“Excuse me! What the hell are you talking about?!” Her shriek was pure static. “Kevin chose me because I’m better! I’m younger! I speak his language! Please. You’re nothing but a washed-up influencer who still thinks a pretty face counts as talent! What did you ever do for him besides drain his resources?!”
I turned slowly, my focus locking onto her face for the first true diagnostic scan.
“What did I do for him?”
My voice was low, carrying a tremor that wasn’t weakness.
“Kevin.” The name fell like a stone. “Shall I remind you? Three years ago, when your venture crashed, who found you wallowing in a rented room, drowning in failure? Who liquidated her entire savings-who sold the last tangible piece of my mother, her emerald-to scrape together eight hundred grand and keep your dream on life support? You called it your shame, and you begged me never to tell. I promised I wouldn’t— ‘and even after you made it big, I kept my word. Not once did I tell anyone.”
Kevin’s pupils contracted violently. A core memory, flagged for permanent deletion, had just been forcibly restored.
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Chapter 2 Spoiled Honey
Teresa’s processing power seemed to hit a limit, her expression blank with buffer overload.
I continued, each word a shard of ice, slicing open the past.
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“And your first meeting with Li of MacroTech. When he dismissed your startup as insignificant-who called in a favor from my senior that night? Who leveraged his family’s connections to get you a second chance, the one that secured your breakthrough contract?”
My voice dropped, colder now. “When your company faced its first credibility crisis, drowning in fabricated rumors, who spent seventy-two hours manually scrubbing the data streams? Who drafted every counter-narrative while your PR team was still finding its footing?”
“And last year,” I pressed, the air thickening with the weight of all he’d chosen to forget, “when the West District acquisition stalled and the banks rejected you, who-”
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