“I’m not a vindictive man, Joanna, but understand me when I say I can make your career – or break it,” said Edward Pennington Bradford IV, accepting a second whiskey.
Saying nothing, Joanna watched the silver-haired executive knock back his drink in the privacy of her small apartment and then, ever the king, hold out his glass for a refill.
“You’re rather quiet for a girl who’s decided to be charming,” he began, but stopped when a sudden, violent coughing fit consumed him.
When he dropped the glass and fell gasping to the carpet, Joanna still said nothing.
Instead, fingering the packet of powder in her robe’s pocket, she smiled.
Author’s Note: This story is written in response to Lillie McFerrin’s ‘Five Sentence Fiction Challenge.’ This week’s challenge is to write a five sentence story based on the word ‘vindictive.’ Lillie’s challenge can be found here.