Zane Lowell's vanity was more than satisfied.
For the rest of the time, he held his head high with his nose in the air, pointing and picking at Shirley Thorne's art, tearing it down as completely worthless. Meredith Rowan stood by his side, her words like a knife wrapped in cotton, occasionally landing a few sharp jabs to make Shirley Thorne feel even more insecure.
Although Meredith Rowan was known for her gentle, fragile demeanor, after so many years with Warren Grant, she had the art of PUA down to a science.
After all, even if you've never tasted pork, haven't you seen a pig run?
In her eyes, Shirley Thorne's current state made her the perfect target for PUA. It would be a waste not to act on such a god-given opportunity.
Shirley Thorne listened to Zane Lowell's bullshit theories, fighting back waves of nausea as she lowered her eyes and sobbed. Every so often, she'd use the motion of wiping away tears to clutch her chest, masking the fury raging within her.
