Bruce walked closer, a wicked smirk on his face as he greeted me with false pleasantries. "Well, well, look who decided to show up. How have you been, Coco?"
My jaw clenched as my anger simmered just below the surface. I had hoped to avoid any unnecessary small talk, but I couldn't ignore the taunts. "Cut the act, Bruce. You called me here, now state your demands," I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
Bruce's smirk widened, and he leaned in closer, reveling in my discomfort. "I have to admit, I didn't think you'd ever amount to anything. But seeing you on the news, winning that court case, made me realize you might have something to offer me," he said, his eyes glinting with greed.
My blood ran cold at the mention of the court case. "And now you want my earnings?" I asked, not
