"You don't get our relationship," she said, leaning over Eliza's desk, her gaze icy as she stared down the other woman. "We've known each other since college. Everything that could happen, did. You know how guys are, always hung up on their first love, Elle. Plus, we have a kid together. Who do you think he's going to pick, you or me?"
Eliza looked at her with a calm, almost indifferent expression. If Casper was so sure about choosing Fiona, she wouldn't be here trying to prove a point. Taking the initiative often shows you're not as confident as you seem.
"Maybe you should ask Casper that question," she replied.
"Actually, I should thank you. You've looked after Casper all these years, and you've done a great job. We're going to be really happy together, thanks to you."
Eliza couldn't help but feel a wave of revulsion at those words. "No need to thank me, I didn't do anything special for him. And who do you think you are, handing out thanks like candy? Are you out of your mind?"
Fiona was caught off guard. Eliza seemed so gentle and reserved, yet her words were sharp enough to cut.
"You..."
"Fiona, let me make something clear. I'm not some pushover. You probably have no idea what Casper and I have been through. Let me tell you, when I lose it, I could actually do something drastic. You might want to leave before that happens."
Fiona didn't really know Eliza. She wasn't sure if she should take her seriously, but she found herself stepping back anyway. Still, she tried to sound tough. "Whatever you and Casper went through doesn't matter. What matters is that after yesterday's news, even for the sake of Welton International's shares, he'll have to explain himself. If he loves you, he'd have done it by now. Has he?"
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