My God, I can't seem to concentrate. I don't understand the odd click that happened inside of me when she walked into this office. Like...my soul was expecting her. It doesn't make any fucking sense. We're not supposed to have things in common. This anger we share, left behind almost certainly by our parents, our upbringing, it's binding us tighter by the second. I have a clear mission here—seduce the brat and send her back to Hart crying. After everything her father has done to my family, I ...