(Bill)
Lance scrutinizes me as he sits across the table. His eyes darting around me.
"You've been holding up that glass over and over again. What's the matter?" Lance asks, his voice etched with concern.
I swing my chair around, facing him. My face engraved with frustration. "I'm losing my mind, bit by bit," I spit the words out, not holding back.
Lance arches his eyebrows. "Where's that coming from? Is it the board? Thought you said Tiffany is here to handle things?" He asked, getting all confused.
It hits me, I did mention that, more like I bragged about that.
I straightened myself in the chair. "I'm not sure what to think anymore. One minute she acts like she's here to fix things, the next minute she's a totally different person,"
Lance gaze is on me as he listens attentively.
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