Her Precious Baby

“Sure thing.” Zeferino nodded, apology twinkling in his eyes. He put his glass down and saw Angeline off.

Jealous, Siobhan held Zeferino’s arm and yanked him over. “Stop looking at her, Zefe. She’s a slut. Why would you ever work with her?”

Zeferino shot Siobhan an icy glare. Icily, he responded, “Shut it.” For far too long, Siobhan had tested his patience. “Our families might be friends, but you’re just a sister to me. That’s all. If you’re going to act like a brat around my guest, then I will not invite you to any events from here on out.”

Zeferino left Siobhan without saying another word.

“Zefe!” Siobhan stared at him in disbelief, but he wouldn’t come back. And so, she paced around angrily. She would’ve screamed if she could, but there were people around.

Suddenly, a woman said, “Calm down, Ms. Yiurk. Anger won’t do you well.” The woman was in a red low-cut dress, and she paired it up with some stilettos.

Siobhan shot her a look of disdain. “And who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am.” Denise snapped her fingers. A waiter came to her service, and she took a glass of wine from his tray. Then she swirled it around. “What matters is we have a common enemy. You don’t like Angeline, do you?”

Siobhan stared at Denise intently. “What are you trying to say?”

“Just that I don’t like her either. We used to work in the same company. I was more famous than her, but then she hooked up with Evander and destroyed my future.” Denise gnashed her teeth and downed the wine in one go.

right. Angeline’s annoying, but Evander’s downright evil and uncaring. He doesn’t even care

with men. If she can play your cousin like a fiddle, what’s stopping her

sneered. “She’d do anything to get what

She said, “So you gotta be on guard. She’s getting along swimmingly with Zeferino. Not trying to

the sentence. Siobhan got the implication, and

subtle sparkle of smugness shone in Denise’s eyes. Feigning concern,

enough. Just tell

At the moment, she was receiving interviews from the reporters, talking about the new product and some other miscellaneous topics. All of the questions were expected,

the Twitter post. He looked at the pictures and praised, “You pass the vibe check, Ms. Sorelle. Looks Instagramable even without any Photoshop. Oh, we just got a call from the host. Five minutes in,

“That’s great news. And I

and made small talk. “You do what you have

“Sure.”

But

latter was standing before the mirror, reapplying her makeup. When Angeline came

and washed her hands. She wouldn’t say hi

plotting. There was nothing to talk about. Angeline pulled some tissues out to wipe her hands dry. Then she tossed them in the trash and tried to leave, but Denise gasped in pain and fell in