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Sweet Revenge

Hi, everyone. Here is the Thursday chapter. I know that it's late but here it is. I'm not going to be able to post as frequent as I was. My caseload has increased and I'm working longer hours. I will still post on Mondays and Thursdays and if I'm able, I will post a bonus chapter. As always, I want to thank each of you for your reviews, favorites, and alerts.

The characters belong to Ms. Harris but as you all know, the story idea is mine.

When the alarm clock woke me up at 7:15, I was in bed alone and I was home alone. According to the note that was left on my nightstand, Eric and Flynn were already gone.

Sookie,

Grace called this morning and said that she was running late so I'm on daddy duty today. I'm driving Flynn to school this morning. I let you sleep in because I've scheduled a meeting with you in my office at 10:00. I've already called Einin to let her know that you will be late this morning in order to prepare for your meeting with me. I'll see you then.

By the way, I didn't enjoy rushing out of your bedroom so that our daughter wouldn't know that we're in love but we'll work on that later. I did, however, enjoy waking up next you. On a better note, I didn't realize how much I've missed it until this morning. You're so beautiful when you're sleeping. You also snore. Very, very loudly. Very, very, very loudly.

I love you,

Eric.

A letter like that would make any woman feel good, right? Well, except for the snoring part … which I don't do. I have never snored a single night in my life but I digress. How can a woman have a bad day after getting a letter like that? Well, any woman isn't me. I expected the day to be clear and beautiful after the vigorous bouts of love making from last night and the love note from this morning.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

I was so high on love that I didn't realize that it was raining outside until I'd gone down to the lobby. When I looked outside, it was pouring buckets and buckets of rain. So that I wouldn't have to go back upstairs to get mine, sweet Henry gave me his umbrella to take with me to work. "I can't have my favorite tenant getting sick from the rain. What would I do with myself if I can't see you first thing in the morning?"

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Thank you so much, Henry. When Grace arrives, please go with her to my apartment and get my umbrella," I said. "I can't have you catching a cold on my account."

Henry chuckled as he shook his head no. "It's no problem, Ms. Stackhouse." He took his hat off and patted his bald head. "I'm sure that my hairdo will hold up just fine."

I laughed but still insisted that he get the umbrella. "Promise me," I ordered.

"Will do, Ms. Stackhouse."

I hugged Henry before I left for work.

Well, that was at 8:20. Tell me why it's now 10:30 and I'm just getting to the office … in a police car and with a police escort. It normally takes me no more than thirty-five minutes to get to work when I don't have to take Flynn to school but not this morning. This morning there was traffic up the wazoo and to make matters worse, I was rear ended by a cabbie that was talking on his cell phone. The accident only made traffic worse and tempers were flaring and the cops were late. It took the cops forever to get to the scene. The cabbie was blaming me for the accident because he had to take a call from his wife. If I hadn't been in front of him, he wouldn't have hit me. That was the idiot's logic.

Really, asshole? Really?

While he was leaning in my car window, I stared at him while I gave him the finger and rolled my window up slowly. To top it all off, I had to wait for the tow truck to come and get my car. I thought that I was going to have to wait for a cab to take me to the office but one of the nice police officers offered to give me a ride to work.

"I can give you ride if you're in a hurry," Officer Trey Dawson offered.

Smiling at him, I said, "You don't mind? I won't get you into any trouble will I? I'd certainly hate for that to happen because you're doing a courtesy for me."

He began to blush as he shook his head. "No, ma'am," he answered. "It's on the way anyway and I don't mind. What kind of man would I be to leave a beautiful woman sitting alone in her car waiting for a cab? My mama would tan my hide but good."

"Southern gentleman I presume?" I asked.

Tipping his hat to me, he answered, "Born and raised. Savannah, Georgia."

"Nice to meet you, Savannah, Georgia. I'm Sookie Stackhouse," I said.

He laughed heartily. "Trey Dawson from Savannah, Georgia."

"Sookie Stackhouse from Bon Temps, Louisiana. Very pleased to meet you." I touched his arm and batted my eyes and him and said, "I appreciate what you're doing for me so much. Thank you."

"It's what a man does, Ms. Stackhouse."

My smile broadened. "You are so nice."

I suddenly hit by at least three tons of bricks. My daughter was right. I am a flirt.

As I was getting out of my car, he took my umbrella from me and opened it as he held it over my head. He also took my briefcase and carried it for me. When I looked at him, he was still smiling at me. He walked me to the car and held the door open for me as I got into the front seat of the police car. We talked all the way to work. We talked as if we were old friends. The drive was easy and relaxing. My dour mood had been thwarted by Officer Dawson.

Well, when I'd gotten out of the car to go inside, he followed me inside. I turned to look at him to tell him that he doesn't have to come in with me but he began talking. "I'm going to walk with you so that your bosses will know what happened. I know that with the professionals, you have to start work at 9:00." He looked at his watch and said, "It's now 10:30. No one wants the dreaded boss getting on them."

He hasn't seen the dreaded boss. He could get on me whenever he wanted. No. I didn't say it out loud.

I reluctantly agreed with him as we stepped onto the elevator. "You are exactly right."

We rode in silence. He'd glance at me shyly but when I'd look at him, he'd look away. I almost giggled.

Pretty soon, the doors opened and we were on the 40th floor. When we stepped off of the elevator together, all eyes were on us. Instead of going to my office, I walked straight to Toddy's desk. He had that nosy look on his face when he saw Officer Dawson walking with me.

"Mr. Northman has been to your office three times looking for you," he said. "He's called me every ten minutes to see if you've arrived and each time, I've had to tell him no. He's in his office now. Mr. Brigant and Ms. Greenbrier were in there with him but they had to meet with other members of the staff. I told him that I'd let him know as soon as you got here."

I nodded as I handed him my purse and coat to him. Officer Dawson gave him the umbrella. "Will you please let him know that I'm on my way?" I asked. I looked over my shoulder at Officer Dawson and said, "Let's get back on the elevator."

Officer Dawson did as I'd suggested and followed me to the elevator and to Eric's office. His secretary wasn't at her desk so Trey and I had no choice but to make our presence known the good old fashioned way … without an announcement.

I knocked on the door and waited. I looked at Trey and said, "I really appreciate what you're doing for me this morning."

"It's not a problem," he answered.

Just as I turned around to face the door, Eric called out, "Come in."

And we did just that.

Standing at the door with my hands folded in front of me and the cop standing behind me, I said, "Please forgive my tardiness, Mr. Northman. I was in a car accident this morning. That's why I'm late."

Eric's eyes widened with fear as he stood up from his seat. I could see that he wanted to come to me but he stood his ground. It took all of his control for him to remain where he was. "Are you okay, Ms. Stackhouse?"

"I am," I answered.

"The accident wasn't that bad, sir," Officer Dawson stated. "It wasn't her fault. The guy that hit her was on his cell phone and he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. Because of the situation, I felt that I'd bring her to work and explain that what happened wasn't her fault. I didn't want Ms. Stackhouse to get into any trouble."

I looked at him over my shoulder and smiled.

He returned it right along with another blush.

Eric walked from around his desk and stood in front of the cop and said, "We appreciate you bringing her to work. Your civic duty is done." His blue eyes were as icy and as cold as I've ever seen them. His body emanated power and authority. He oozed raw sexuality. The suit that he was wearing made him look even more vicious than anyone could've ever imagined. I shivered as he glanced at me. And from that simple and quick look, he knew that I wanted him.

I stepped in between them and turned to face Trey and said, "Thank you for your time and what you've done for me, Officer Dawson. If you can give me your card, I'd gladly call your superiors and let them know what you've done for me. I think that your kindness should be rewarded with some type of accolades."

He reached behind him and pulled out his wallet and a card from it. "Here ya go," he said. "I appreciate you doing that for me, though it's not necessary. I was just doing my job. I wanted to bring you here. Also, if you ever need me, my number's on there as well"

I smiled down at the card before looking up at him. "Thank, Officer Dawson."

"You can call me Trey," he said. He began running his hand through his hair. "Look, Ms. Stackhouse, if you're not doing anything later, maybe we can go out to lunch? I'll be in the area." Hurriedly, he added, "If you're not too busy and all."

"She'll be busy," Eric answered for me. "Plus, this isn't the place to be asking her out on a date. She's at work and we have a meeting that's almost an hour behind schedule." He then placed his hand on Trey's arm and turned him towards the door. "I appreciate what you've done. It is greatly appreciated. Now, if you'll excuse us."

"But I …," Trey began.

Eric smiled at him as he closed the door in his face.

I was dumbfounded by what had just happened but I said nothing. I walked to the vacant seat that was in front of Eric's desk and sat down. He placed his hand on my shoulder and just stood there for a moment. It was almost as if he had to make sure that I was really there. I placed my hand atop his and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

He acknowledged my words with a nod as he walked to his chair and sat down. With his elbows resting on his desk, he leaned forward and looked at me. "Are you sure that you're okay?" he asked.

I placed my briefcase next to my chair as I crossed my legs. "I am. And I'm sorry that I worried you. I would've called but I left my cell phone on the side table in the living room and for that I apologize. I'm never this irresponsible and all that I can say is that I will do my best to be here on time in the future."

"Are you sure that you aren't hurt?" The words were strained as they passed his lips.

"I'm okay, Eric," I stressed.

He closed his eyes and exhaled before speaking again. "Was your car damaged beyond repair?" he asked.

"No," I answered as I shook my head. "Most of the damage was to the trunk but I'm fine. The airbags didn't deploy so thankfully I didn't have to go to the hospital. I'm sure that I won't be without a car for long. I'll rent one tomorrow before I come to work."

"Well," he said. He stared at me for a long minute before speaking again. He nodded as if he'd suddenly come to some sort of decision before speaking. "Let's get down to business, shall we? Last week, as you may have heard, I fired a few of the people because of their work performances. I say that because I've also decided to release a couple of your team members based on their performances and because of that, I will be working closely with you. I plan to be actively involved for a while. If that's not a problem," he added.

I stared at him for a minute and let what he'd just said to me sink in. He's fired a couple of members from my team and he's just telling me. "I would love to work closely with you but if I may," I replied.

He gave me a slight nod.

"When did you fire them?"

"Both of them, I fired after Saturday's meeting," he advised.

"Who have you fired?" I asked.

"Selah Pumphrey for one," he replied. "She was extremely unprofessional during our last meeting. She was particularly direct with her flirtations with me. She's also said some uncomplimentary things about you and that caused me to question her loyalty. I believe that if she can't be loyal to her team leader, I will have to question her loyalty to me and this company. I'm not sure that we can rely on her."

I scooted to the end of my seat and said, "She has her ways but she's an excellent attorney, Mr. Northman. She always gives 110%. She's not a slacker and she is loyal. She has had many other job opportunities that have offered her more money and she's always turned them down. She loves working here. If you'd just give her another chance," I began. "I know that she'll more than prove her worth to you. And her flirtations, we can talk that over with her. Please, give her another chance. You won't regret it. I give you my word."

Eric looked at me and smiled. He looked as if he was studying me; as if he was trying to figure out who I am. After some sort of resolution, he leaned forward and hit the intercom button on his phone. "Sophie Ann," he said.

"Yes, Mr. Northman," she answered.

"Is Ms. Pumphrey still in the building?"

"She is," the assistant answered. "She's still in the HR office."

"Send her to my office."

"Yes sir," she replied.

We stared at each other for a while and said nothing.

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter," he called out.

In walked Sophie Ann with Selah behind her. Selah looked as if she'd been crying. I looked at her hands and she had several wadded Kleenex tissues in them. "You wanted to see me?" she asked.

Leaning back in his seat and stretching out his legs, he said, "Ms. Stackhouse seems to like you. She has persuaded me to give you another chance."

She looked at me; surprise clearly on her face.

"She said that she believes you to be an excellent attorney and loyal," he said. "Is she correct?"

Selah nodded her. "I am," she whispered. "I love working here. I love my job. This is what I've always wanted to do."

Eric glanced at me before he addressed Selah. "I'll give you one more chance, Ms. Pumphrey but if I find you to be anything less than what Ms. Stackhouse has proclaimed, you won't even realize that you've lost your job. You will remain professional with all of the men in this firm and that includes me. You will dress appropriately and you will act in the same manner. Do you understand?"

"I do," she whispered. "You won't regret this." She looked at me and said, "Thank you so much, Sookie … I mean, Ms. Stackhouse. Thank you."

I smiled at her and said, "I believe in you, Selah. You are an amazing attorney but you do have to make changes in how you present yourself, the way that you carry yourself in the workplace. You have great potential and that is why I've always requested to have you on my team. I've always believed in you. Show Mr. Northman that you deserve this second chance. Don't let me down. Don't make me regret this decision."

She straightened her back as she nodded her head. "I swear to you, Ms. Stackhouse. I won't let you down. You'll have no cause to ever regret what you've done for me. I'll prove it to both of you." She looked at Eric and said, "Thank you." She left his office happier than I've ever known for her to be.

"Thank you," I said to him.

Looking at me he said, "Do you have any questions for me, Ms. Stackhouse?"

"I do not," I answered.

He picked up the pen from his desk and began fiddling with it. Watching it as he made it perform, he said to me, "Do you have plans tonight?"

"I can't say just yet," I answered. "My plans change at a moment's notice."

"Well, they have changed tonight," he said. "I would like to take you out to dinner."

I shook my head no. "People here will talk about …"

Resting his elbows on his desk, he said, "It's only dinner. That's all I want."

I frowned at him … not believing him for a second. "Just dinner?" I asked.

"Just dinner," he confirmed. "And we will talk about the game plans that we need to put into play. I want to take you out to dinner. Oh, and one other thing. I want you to know of the other team member that I've fired. I've fired is Trisha Kelley."

Now that one, I didn't mind. She wasn't too bright. "Okay," I said.

Eric looked at me and smiled. "I guess you're not going to back her?"

Shaking my head, I said, "I am not. I've always wondered how she got her job here."

Dropping the pen on his desk, Eric said, "Okay, then. Now, I hate that I'm making you work past your normal hours but we need to discuss what's expected of us … as a team."

I sat back in my seat and crossed my legs again. Eric watched. "It won't be a problem. Where and what time am I expected to meet you?" I asked.

He flipped through his calendar and sighed. "I'm not sure of the time but I will let you know. I'll send you an email with the information. And since you don't have a car, I'll be driving you to and from work from this point on."

I shook my head. "That's not going to work, Eric. People will talk."

"I don't care what they think," he said. "I will take care of you. You are my woman and you will never have to go without."

I could tell by his tone that there would be no arguing but he was going to get an argument anyway. "As I told you earlier, I will rent a car tomorrow," I said. "I will not be riding with you to work. That is not going to happen."

He looked at me and smiled.

"You don't believe me," I accused.

"Did I say that?" he asked playfully.

"I mean it, Eric."

Still, he smiled.

"Jerk," I mumbled.

He laughed before speaking again. "I will also bring a contract to your office later on this afternoon," he explained. "I want you to read over it and see what you can do to get me out of it."

Scooting to edge of my seat, I asked, "Is this the contract that your mother enslaved you to?"

"It is," he said.

"I'm on it."

"We'll work together on this and we will discuss it over dinner," he said.

"I can't wait."

Eric walked from around his desk and stood in front of me. He offered me his hand and without pause, I took it. He pulled me into his body and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Are you sure that you're okay?"

"I am," I replied as I stared at his chest. "It wasn't a bad accident. He only rear ended me. I'm fine."

Using his forefinger, he lifted my face to his and said, "I'm glad. When you weren't here on time, I was worried about you. I was about to leave to come and look for you. I was afraid."

"I'm okay," I whispered.

When I looked at him, something glimmered in his eyes and I knew what was coming. I licked my lips as I waited and I didn't have to wait for long. He began to nuzzle my mouth with his. A kiss that I believed was going to be sweet and gentle was raw and primal. I responded in kind. He tasted sweet and forbidden. That very kiss made my head spin as I wrapped him tightly in my arms. His hands began to roam over my body. He pulled my blouse from my skirt and snaked his hand underneath as he cupped my breast.

Our moans filled the once silent room.

He lifted me in his arms and carried me to his desk and sat me on top of it as he slid my skirt up. He pried my legs open as he stood between them. The thickness of his erection rested against my thigh. It only made me want him more. I moved against him as my panties began to melt.

He began rubbing himself against the silk of my panties. I tried not to but I whimpered. I reached in between up us as I began to undo his belt.

Eric placed his hands in my hair and pulled loose the bun that I'd worn to work that morning. He lifted his mouth from mine for just a brief moment and said, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You're so full of shit," I said as I smiled against his lips. I reclaimed his mouth and opened my legs wider. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. I was going to let my boss have his way with me in his office … and on his desk … on a Monday morning. And just as I'd unbuckled his belt and had my fingers on the button to his pants, we were interrupted.

"Mr. Northman." Sophie Ann's voice came over the intercom loud and clear.

With his hand on the back of my neck and his forehead resting against mine, he asked, "What is it Sophie Ann? I'm in a meeting."

She must have heard the frustration in his voice because she cleared her throat and said, "I know, Mr. Northman and I apologize for disturbing you but Mr. Brigant is here to see you. He said that it's very important."

Eric sighed as he pulled me in closer to his body. "Give me a minute, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

After removing his finger from the intercom button, he looked at me and said, "I apologize."

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. "It's okay." I got down from his desk and pulled my skirt down and fixed my blouse. "This shouldn't have happened. I never should've been in here alone. We're like a couple of horny teenagers," I said as I finger combed my hair. "As soon as our parents are gone, we're racing to get into each other's pants. Ridiculous."

He filled the office with laughter as he made himself presentable. "Are you ready?"

I looked at him and giggled. "I am."

He pressed the intercom button and said, "Send him in, Sophie Ann."

I returned to my seat and waited.

When Niall came into the office, he looked at me and smiled. "Good morning, Ms. Stackhouse. You're looking quite lovely this morning. I hope that your Sunday was a good day."

Smiling at him as I stood from my chair, I said, "Thank you, Mr. Brigant and it was. It was absolutely wonderful." I almost blushed. "You're looking quite handsome yourself this morning. Very distinguished."

He bowed slightly and said, "I've always appreciated a compliment from a beautiful young lady."

"Since you two have a meeting, I guess I'll be going." I then bent down and picked up my briefcase. I turned to Eric and said, "Mr. Northman, I will be waiting for your email and the contract."

"I will send them as soon as I'm able," he said. "Good morning, Ms. Stackhouse."

I nodded at both of the men as I left Eric's office. I closed the door and closed my eyes and exhaled. I couldn't help but think that was a close one. Eric and I needed to be more careful. Anyone could catch us and it would not be a good thing. We're supposed to be working for goodness sakes and we were in there pawing at each other. Can you say ridiculous?

"Well, Ms. Stackhouse."

I winced when I heard his voice. I'd know that ingratiating and condescending voice anywhere.

"I didn't know that you worked here," Victor said as he stood from his seat.

I knew that was a lie as soon as he said it.

"It's always a pleasure to see you." He sauntered over to where I was and stood in front of me as he buttoned his jacket.

I smiled at him and gave him a slight nod. "Hello, Mr. Madden. I haven't seen you in quite a while. Ten years isn't quite long enough."

He laughed. "I see that you still have that priceless sense of humor."

I shook my head as I spoke. "I wasn't joking, Mr. Madden."

"Call me Victor," he suggested.

"No," I stated. "Just as always, I prefer Mr. Madden."

Just like the many years before, his lecherous eyes roamed over my body. "It is a pity that we haven't seen each other in ten years," he said. "I'd hoped that the time would soften you to me."

"No."

Again, he laughed. "You are looking very well. Very well, indeed," he replied under his breath. "Time has been extremely kind to you, my dear. You look like the same teenager from those many years ago. If I were only a few years younger, I'd take my chances and ask you to be my wife."

"I would have to decline the offer, Mr. Madden," I said. "If you don't mind, I have to get back to my work."

I tried stepping around him but he stopped me. "So soon?" he asked.

"Yes. Excuse me," I said.

Sophie Ann looked over at us from the corner of her eye but said nothing.

"Don't be rude," Victor said. "There's no cause for it. I just wanted to know how you and Eric are getting along. Is it as if time never stopped for the two of you? I recall how you two used to be so much in love."

I wasn't sure if Freyda had told Victor what Eric made her do or if she's stayed quiet so I stayed as neutral as possible. I couldn't give anything away.

Looking into his eyes, I said, "Mr. Northman and I are getting along fine. I work for him. There is no reason for you to question what's going on with me and Eric. I know that he is married to your daughter. I know where I stand with him and I respect the sanctity of a true and loving marriage. I would never try to take a man away from a woman that he truly loves."

Something passed over Victor's face but I couldn't tell what it was.

I smiled at him and said, "I am with someone that loves me and I'm happy. He's happy. Now, if you'll excuse me." Again, I tried to step around him and he wouldn't let me. He obviously wasn't done talking to me.

"Ahh," Victor said. "He told you that he's married, did he?"

I shook my head no and said, "Your daughter took it upon herself to come into my office to tell me; though she had no reason to do that." I was almost sure that he was fully aware of what his daughter had done. I can almost damn well guarantee it.

"I see," he said. He continued to ogle me. A chuckle escaped him. "Is that why you took the restraining order out against her?"

See?

I crossed my arms in front of me as I stared into his eyes. "No," I answered. "Her jealousy got the better of her and she attacked me. I had no choice. I don't feel safe around her." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I felt that keeping her away from me was in my best interests. She seems to be quite violent when she doesn't get her way." I shook my head in disappointment. "I guess she's never been taught manners and respect."

Victor reached out touch me but he thought better of it after I said what I had to say. "I'd hate to take one out on you, Mr. Madden, but I will. Touch me and you will regret it."

A lecherous smile played across his crooked mouth.

"Now, if you don't mind," I repeated.

Victor didn't budge. "Since you and Mr. Northman are no more than friends, you won't mind meeting me for lunch this afternoon." He reached out to touch me once again but quickly put his hand back into his own space. "I'm sure that there's a lot that we need to catch up on."

"No, there isn't" I assured him.

He stepped in closer to me. "If you think about it, I'm sure that you can think of something for us to talk over. I'll give you a few hours to think it over." He then winked at me.

That's when I noticed Sophie Ann reach over on her desk and press the button to Eric's office. I took that as my queue to speak.

"Mr. Madden, I would appreciate it if you'd let me go," I said. "There's nothing for us to talk over … ever. I've said all that I have to say. Now, leave me alone."

"Oh no, sweet girl," Victor said. "There's a lot that you and I can talk over … or do."

That's when Eric's office door swung open and there he was. His hulking frame stood in the door as he stared Victor down. "Get away from her," he ordered. "She has nothing for you."

Niall was soon standing next to him. "Victor, you should have enough of harassing the young ladies in the workplace. I would think that you've suffered enough damage from your overactive libido." He then looked at me and said, "Ms. Stackhouse, we will see you tonight at dinner in order to discuss your new job title."

Remaining cool, I said, "Thank you, Mr. Brigant."

I looked at Victor and he had a look of pure rage on his face. I'd never seen anyone look so angry. All the while glaring at Eric, he said to me, "Congratulations, Ms. Stackhouse. I hope that your new job suits you."

I couldn't help but wonder what he knew or what he thinks he knows.

"Thank you."

Niall reached out for me and took my hand. "I have no doubt in my mind that you will perform excellently as Mr. Northman's business attorney. I will be working closely with you at all times but know this, young lady. We have no doubts in your abilities."

Though I was surprised at what he'd just said to me, I remained as calm and as even as ever. Still holding onto Niall's hand, I acknowledged his statement. "I appreciate the faith that you and Mr. Northman have in me. I will do my best to not let you down."

Eric stood in front of Victor the entire time … never taking his eyes off of him. "Your record is impeccable, Ms. Stackhouse," he said. "I'm sure that our faith in you hasn't been misplaced."

"I'm sure it hasn't," Victor retorted.

I released Niall's hand before addressing Eric. I stood by him and said, "I will go above beyond to make sure that you and your businesses are safe. You have my word."

Eric nodded curtly; still eyeballing Victor.

"This will be the last week that you will be working closely with your team," Niall stated. "We will send out an email later today making everyone aware of the changes that will be taking place."

Another surprise.

"Okay," I said. I looked at my watch before speaking again. "I have to be going. I have a meeting in the next thirty-minutes for which I have to prepare. If there's nothing else?"

"You may go," Eric said.

"Good day, Ms. Stackhouse, "Victor snarled.

Niall bowed ever so slightly to me.

I returned the gesture.

My heart swelled with pride and eagerness. My day has gotten better already. I can't wait to take Victor Madden down. He'd stolen ten years of our lives and he was going to pay with his. I was going to make sure of it.

"Revenge is mine," I said as I walked towards the elevator. "And it's going to be sweet."