emma’s face twisted in the phone screen, her features contorted with fury
“Selene! What the hell are you doing?!” She nearly wanted to reach through the screen and grab Selene’s hand herself.
Gemma glared into her phone, nostrils flaring, eyes bulging as if they might pop
out.
“You think you have something on me? I’m not falling for your tricks!”
Selene’s voice was calm. “Ms. Yates, you’ll know soon enough whether or not I’m bluffing. Within seven business days, the result will be clear. And for now, the evidence I’ve submitted will only cost you a public commendation.”
She paused, her tone sharpening. “But if you come after me again, all those shiny titles of yours will be stripped away–one by one.’
To Gemma, Selene’s warning was pure provocation. “Ha! Go ahead, report me! I’d love to see you try. What, you plan to bring down the whole world?”
Selene was just a clueless country girl, Gemma thought with disdain. The young woman clearly had no idea how deep Gemma’s connections ran in the upper echelons of Capital City.
Gemma laughed, her crimson lips vivid and mocking even through the screen. “I was only being civil for Daph’s sake, but if you dare report me, as of today, Dames’s mother is dead.”
Her eyes glinted with cold malice as she pronounced her verdict, judge and executioner both. “I won’t let you see Dames ever again.”
Gemma’s words were an icy sentence–she wanted to hit Selene where it hurt most: sever her from her child, rob her of any right to see Dames.
Once, this had been Selene’s greatest fear.
Back when Dames was two, the Vaughn family had already planned to send him off for elite schooling, separating him from his mother for good.
That nearly destroyed Selene.
She had knelt before Gemma, begging, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Gemma knew exactly where Selene’s weakness lay.
To her, Selene taking Daph was nothing more than a petty trick–something to put
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on a show for Harrison. With Daph and Dames at the same school, Selene could see her son any time she wanted.
So, looking straight into the camera, Gemma gave her final sentence. “You will lose your son–completely.”
She waited, expecting Selene to break down, to sob and plead as she once had.
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