Chapter 290
Chapter 290:
Dominic stood up so violently his chair tipped over.
“Everyone!” he roared at the instructor. “Double the training! Nobody leaves until midnight p>
A groan of despair ripped through the room.
“Why?” Whitney whined. “We didn’t do anything p>
Dominic pointed a shaking finger at Skye. “Thank her. She wants to show off her stamina? Fine. You all suffer for it p>
He stormed out, his face pale with rage and fear.
The room turned on Skye instantly.
“Thanks a lot, freak!” Crystal yelled.
“You just had to open your mouth,” Whitney muttered, glaring at her.
The isolation was immediate. The trainees moved away from Skye, forming clusters of resentment. She was the pariah, the cause of their pain.
Only Sebastian and his four friends moved to the barre and started stretching without complaint.
Skye walked to her water bottle. She drank deeply, ignoring the daggers aimed at her back. She knew this tactic: isolate the target, make the group police the individual.
It wouldn’t work. She didn’t need their friendship. She needed their fear, and she needed time.
She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out her burner phone. She typed a message to Manager Grace, her thumb pressing hard on the rubber keys.
Funds have been wired to the designated agency account. The buyout is complete. Release him immediately.
Three days later, the atmosphere at Vance Media had shifted. It was the night of the Investor Showcase, a semi-formal event where trainees mingled with potential sponsors.
The ballroom was decorated in silver and black. Waiters passed around champagne the trainees weren’t allowed to drink.
Dominic was there, of course. He held court near the bar, looking recovered from his previous outburst. He laughed, charming a group of elderly investors.
Skye wore a red dress. It was bold. It was dangerous. It was the color of war.
The music shifted. A tango. Sharp, staccato violins filled the air.
Skye didn’t wait to be asked. She walked directly across the room to Dominic. The crowd parted for her red dress like the Red Sea.
𝘕o і𝘯t𝘳𝗎ѕi𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝗻 b𝗲𝗹ոove𝗅ѕ.𝘤𝘰m
She extended her hand.
“Dance with your investment, Mr. Thorne?” she challenged loudly.
Dominic looked at her hand. He couldn’t refuse—not in front of the board members he was trying to impress. Refusal would look weak.
He put down his glass. He took her hand. His grip was bruising. “You have a death wish,” he whispered as he pulled her onto the floor.
“I have rhythm,” Skye corrected.
They moved. The tango was aggressive, a battle disguised as a dance. Sharp turns. Violent dips. Skye matched him step for step.
She spun, her body pressed against his.
“I’m taking your best assets,” she whispered in his ear as she dipped.
“You have nothing,” Dominic sneered.
Skye pulled herself up, her core tight. As she stepped, she brought her heel down—hard.
The stiletto point drove into the top of Dominic’s expensive Italian loafer.
Dominic gasped, his eyes watering. He stumbled, losing the rhythm.
Skye didn’t stop. She forced him to keep moving, dragging him through the pain. He squeezed her waist so hard she knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
“Your brother is leaving you,” she whispered, leaning back into another dip. “Sebastian. He’s gone p>
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