“Amelia,” Victor growls, leaning forward in his seat. “Your life with me is finished – it is over. You have to get over that.”
“It’s not you I miss,” she hisses, the peaceful and gracious mask that she wore when he sat down totally discarded. “It’s the life I worked to build. I have lost everything because of you, Victor. My connections, my status, my home –“
“I have been more then generous, Amelia,” Victor says, working to keep his voice even. “You have received a generous severance and you still have your career, which was so important to you. You still have your family – what else could I possibly give you?”
“I want my house,” she says, leaning back and crossing her arms. “And I want you to break ties with half of the people in our friend group so that I can begin to rebuild my socia
