Vivian’s POV:
I did it.
I killed him.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stabbed him.
Over and over and over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
Mentally, of course.
I refuse to stain my only work outfit with Liam’s blood.
“Is there something wrong?” Liam asked.
The coffee cup shakes in my hand as I muster up the nastiest glare I can present. He dared to mess up my coffee. “This isn’t what I told you to order.”
Liam tilts his head to the side, “Is it not to your liking, Miss? Espresso, extremely heavy on the milk?”
I had half a mind to throw the cup at him, but there were too many witnesses. “I asked for light milk.”
“I’m quite certain you said heavy,” Liam said.
Before I can say another word, Becca stepped out of her office with the cup of coffee in her hand. She stood in fro
