Even If It Hurts -H.S. AU
BOOK 2 OF 3
Sequel to Tell Me The Truth
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"Violet, I need to tell you something." Phoebe mumbles somewhat nervously.
"Can it wait?"
"Not really, it's about who-"
"Fuck, I don't have time, I'm sorry!" I take everything from her hands and the doorman opens the door to the building for me with a big smile.
I don't so much as glance around on the way to the elevator. Usually I would take my time studying the current interior and grade them in my head, but I actually have no time for any of that.
I tap my foot impatiently in the elevator and straighten out everything in my hands while I head up to the fortieth floor. I watch the numbers move up achingly slow and barely wait for the doors to open before I slip through them. I head down the hall and see an open door that leads to a big office space.
When I enter, I'm immediately met with a warm smile from the receptionist. I exhale heavily and smile back.
"Violet Parker?" She asks and I nod my head, still trying to catch my breath.
"Sorry I'm late."
"You're right on time." She stands from her desk and leads me toward the conference room in the middle of different offices and cubicles.
She opens the door and gestures for me to step through. The chatter from the men in the room dies down when I enter and I barely look up at them, just trying to get my stuff on the table before I drop any of it.
"I apologize for not being here sooner, I see you started without me." I say with a smile.
"Not at all, you can't start the show without the star." A friendly sounding older gentleman says and I smile wider, turning on the charm, and finally look up to assess the room of men in front of me.
I lift my head to look toward the end of the table and everything stills. My eyes lock with a very familiar pair of green ones and I feel the color drain from my face as everything around me turns into white noise.
Harry.
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TW: VIOLENCE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, ANXIETY, LOSS, MATURE
