Page 10 of When Worlds Collide (Between Worlds #2)

S ince speaking with Becka, I’d been out-of-sorts.

There was a part of me that wasn’t surprised Trevor Kyle had taken it upon himself to air the ‘scandal’ of catching an intern making out with a client.

The more I thought about it, the more it was starting to make more sense – why he and Celine had conveniently decided to bust in when they had, catching us in the act. Of course that snake had known; he’d probably been watching the whole time.

It made me feel sick to think about him watching me and Jihoon like that.

Maybe he figured that leaking the footage only within the walls of Pisces would shield him from the legal repercussions of the non-disclosure agreement we’d all signed that protected Pisces’ clients.

Judging from the two days of legal meetings Jihoon had been forced to attend, I suspected all of this was going to get messier.

Good. I hope they nailed TK and his grabby hands to the wall.

Thinking about TK just made me remember all the times he’d felt entitled to my body… touching it, or looking at it the wrong way.

I’d felt powerless. He made me feel that way, but I made the decision to not speak out about it.

I’ve gone back-and-forth on this point for months – what I could have done, what I should have done, and I still had no answers.

Sure, it ‘could have been worse’, but when was bad ‘bad enough’?

I hate that I hadn’t felt empowered enough to do anything about it. It made me want to rage, and cry that I had made the decision to say nothing, because he was the big-shot producer and I was just the nobody intern. Because even now… I don’t know that I would have made a different decision.

Because I’d prioritised my job, and my reputation. Because I didn’t trust the industry to take my word over his.

I hadn’t expected this… to have these thoughts and feelings dredged up after speaking with Becka. After having learned that it had been Trevor Kyle who had filmed us, I knew sure as shit that he’d set us up.

To know that it was him again violating my privacy, taking my agency from me…

It made me want to cry.

And it made me want to burn.

Any maybe it wouldn’t be me that did it, but somehow, someday, that vile excuse for a man was going to get his.