Chapter 44

NADINE

I required coffee. And perhaps a stress ball. Or a punching bag. Ideally one shaped like Ronan Vane's face.

The break room at Keystone Associates was still, the whir of the coffee machine providing the only sound as I filled a mug and poured myself a cup.

My coffee was steaming in my palms, but I hardly even felt it. It was nothing to the burning anger churning inside me since last night. N