By the time I’d caught my breath and calmed the shaking, my mind was made up. I was taking the Errand. I wouldn’t only take it, I would ruin him the way he’d ruined me.
I would no longer have to exact my revenge on the lovers of other women—I could focus it on the one who deserved it all.
I wandered out of the bathroom a few minutes later, the file tucked under my arm, and I headed for the ticket counter. Goodbye, Miami. Hello, Seattle.
I was resolved. I was ready. I would make him feel every last drop of devastation I had.
Because I was in the business of Great Exploitations. And business was good.