45 What is mine is mine

Seeing the sight in front of them, Murat and Sofya both stopped in their tracks.

As soon as the door opened, Nina stood up, smiling slyly at Sofya. Arnav was shocked. He didn't think Sofya would come today and that too in his office.

Sofya's face was as rigid as a stone. Her black oval eyes were burning as it darted between Nina and Arnav. Murat was staring at Arnav as if he couldn't believe him. He had vouched for him to Sofya, and now this.

Arnav started forward. " I can explain. " he said hastily, his eyes glued to Sofya's face.

But before he had gone more than two steps, Nina clung on to his arm from behind.

" Honey, don't leave me. " Nina said in her sugar coated voice. Arnav cringed. Shaking his arm out of her grip, he walked towards Sofya, hoping to explain the situation to her.

However, when he reached her, she was glaring at him, distrust clearly written on her face.

" Sofya, I -- "

Walking past him towards Nina, Sofya clenched her fist. If she really was so shameless, there was no harm in teaching her a little lesson, was there? As she stood in front of her, Nina continued smiling sickly at her.

It angered her more by the second. Sofya's patience was running out and her temper was flaring. The scene which she had walked on in before, barely gave her a chance to think about her actions.

As Nina opened her mouth to speak,

" Well Sofya, you see that's why -- "

Slap!

Sofya had thrown her hand forward as hard as she could, whipping it across her face. The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off walls. Both Murat and Arnav looked utterly shocked and dumbfounded. They had not expected this, least of all Nina. The slap on her face was so hard, she had staggered backwards. Regaining her balance, she shrieked madly.

" You dare -- "

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Soon Sofya felt vibrations of pain in her palm and spread all the way to her finger tips. Her palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on the bitch's face. Nina stared at her with her wide eyes as her hand slowly made it to her fire red cheek.

In the cold silence that seemed to have stretched an eternity, Sofya took one step forward so they were almost face to face.

" You don't even worth a single cent to me. You are just as the trash in the bin, a trash that I don't want to see anymore. " Sofya told Nina coldly.

Continuing she warned him, " I let you win in the school once. However, what is mine is mine. And I don't like to share with anyone. "

Leaning in, she whispered in her ear, " As for your threat, I will destroy it and you both. You will perish, Nina Saltzman. "

Sofya thought she should have felt some kind of remorse. But she didn't. Not one organ in her body could produce guilt for her actions. A triumphant grin spread across her face and with a flick of her hair, she whirled on her heel and marched away, not even sparing a glance at Arnav.