"Nice one Aubrey, now play the pretence game so that I can as well give you a trophy." Augustine stated with biting sarcasm, rolling his eyes at her blank expression.
"A trophy?" she scoffed, her voice rising. "For what exactly? For a crime I didn't commit?"
She folded her arms tighter, her tone sharp with frustration. "I don't even know what the hell you're accusing me of, Augustine."
"Oh, and by the way," Aubrey hissed through gritted teeth, her heels clicking aggressively against the floor as she stepped closer, "I promised myself I wouldn't step foot in this goddamn company until you and I are finally married…"
She paused, her eyes narrowing into icy slits. "But here I am, because my parents' birthday is coming up—and of course, they insisted I personally deliver your invitation."
Aubrey slammed her handbag onto the desk, yanked it open, and pulled out a sleek white and black invitation card like it was a dagger.
