Chapter 161: Culmination
Tiffany reaches back into the sock drawer, grabs of pair of perfectly folded socks, and then throws them at Vincent's head in anger. He bats them away before they hit him and she screams in frustration.
Without making eye contact he releases my arm from his grip. "Go hit the button."
"No! It's Ronald. He's been keeping me up to date on what you're doing." Tiffany sinks in at her admission. Her shoulders hunch forward, but Vincent flinches as if she struck him physically.
"Why?"
"We've been sleeping together the last two years, and you never realized. Mr. Has-control-of-all-his-employees didn't know it was happening right underneath your nose," Tiffany sneers.