Driving Her Crazy

The rhythmic, sharp clatter of plastic keys echoed through the stillness of the private office. Sloane sat rigid at her mahogany executive desk, her spine stiff, her fingers hammering the keyboard with venomous force. A blank Word document on her bright monitor rapidly filled with a barrage of creative, spiteful curses.

*Declan, drop dead. I hope you step off a curb, get creamed by a speeding ce