Juniper wanted nothing more than to crush the phone in her hands. The rage boiling in her veins rushed straight to her head, leaving her entirely incapable of rational thought.
Nelson had a wife. He had a child. Yet he had preyed on her the moment she was intoxicated and defenseless, leaving behind such vulgar evidence.
After the explosive anger passed, a suffocating wave of utter powerlessness crashed over her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the phone as she pressed her forehead against her knuckles.
A moment later, silent tears hit the phone screen.
Terrified that her coworkers would arrive for their shifts and see her like this, she hurriedly packed up all her belongings and dragged them over to the neighboring villa.
Caleb had texted her the passcode for the new place, casually mentioning that his friend had left behind plenty of clean, unused bedding that she was welcome to use.
He called her a little while later, his tone as breezy and professional as always, acting as though he was completely oblivious to the nightmare she had endured.
"June, did you get my message before I left last night?"
Juniper was already in the master bedroom of the new villa, quietly unpacking her limited belongings. Her throat felt raw, aching as though she were running a high fever.
"Yeah."
"Are you feeling sick?"
"No, Mr. Xavier. I'm just unpacking."
"Good. Settle into the place next door. My friend is a great guy, and the studio management is letting us stay rent-free for now. I'm tied up with family business and won't be able to drop by the studio much. I need you to keep a close eye on things for me."
"Understood."
She pulled out her meager collection of clothes and hung them in the massive closet.
Perhaps having already been stunned by the luxurious studio next door, she felt entirely numb to the opulence of the new villa.


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