Chapter 4

Sasha's slap had used her full strength; Eleanor's cheek instantly burned with pain. She clutched her face, the echo of high heels on marble ringing in her ears, her mind blank for a split second.

"Are you crazy, Sasha?" Eleanor, recovering her senses, burned with rage. Her professional composure vanished in that instant; she raised her hand to strike back.

However, the slap never landed. William