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.

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

sluts are great at toying with men. If she can play your cousin like a fiddle, what’s stopping her from

have a point.” Siobhan sneered. “She’d do anything to get what

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

the

sparkle of smugness shone in Denise’s eyes. Feigning concern, she said, “All the more

right, enough. Just tell

the moment, she was receiving interviews from the reporters,

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

news.

talk. “You do what you have to

“Sure.”

nothing to do after work, so she wanted to leave. But before that, restroom. Much to her chagrin, she ran into the one person

her makeup. When Angeline

and washed her hands. She wouldn’t say hi to

was 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