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Forged in Fire: Chapter 3
“What the hell are you doing here?” asked Christina Anderson.
Her older sister was standing by the entrance of the Chaikentown production offices on Monday morning at 7:45.
“What the hell did I ever do to you?” asked Kaitlyn. Her arms were folded across her chest and her dark brows were knitted. Her dirty-blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a pair of dark sunglasses sat atop her head. She was wearing a black and white-striped long, t-shirt and black jeans. Her dark brown eyes were angry, dark circles under her eyes.
“I don’t want to see you. I told you to leave me alone,” said Christina. She pushed past her sister and moved to go inside the building.
Kaitlyn was behind her, keeping up with her sister’s rapid pace.
“Okay, fine. We can do this out here in front of your coworkers or we can talk in private,” said Kaitlyn. She threw up her hands. “It’s up to you!”
Christina turned around, her eyes narrowed in frustration. Today’s outfit was a crisp, dark-grey A-line skirt suit with black pumps. She was dressed to be the aggressive alpha she needed to be at work and that’s exactly the woman her sister was unknowingly getting ready to encounter.
“Fuck it. Come in,” said Christina, gesturing to her office.
Once inside, she closed the door behind them and turned on the lights before placing her things on her desk. She stood behind her desk chair, her hands on the headrest and stared at her unexpected visitor.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Kaitlyn shook her head and wiped at the errant tears that slid from her eyes. She hated that she was crying. That hadn’t been the way she wanted to start this conversation.
“Why are you doing this?” Kaitlyn asked, her voice soft and laced with hurt.
Christina gritted her teeth. “Doing what?”
“Acting so distant. I didn’t do this! It’s not my fault. It’s not mom’s fault! We didn’t know what he was doing, Christina! You won’t see me. You won’t take my calls. You won’t return my messages. I need to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for everything. I didn’t know, Christina. No one knew!”