Calculated Betrayal

My nails dug into the laminated wood of the café table. The shrill laugh from the next booth sliced right through the ambient jazz music. Brenda Hensley sat there, sipping her iced latte, surrounded by three other women I recognized from various corporate banquets. They were the wives of Donovan’s colleagues, women who usually greeted me with warm smiles and fake hugs. Now, I listened to them diss