She stood right at the very edge of the floor, a cold wind rustling her hair, as a grim smile spread across her face. Her hand resting against the exposed steel girder and looked down, seeking confirmation that she’d killed her rival for her husband’s affection. Being this high up and exposed to the element, made her head spin and her stomach churn, but she had needed to seem, to be certain. Twenty storeys were all they’d built so far, so it had to be enough. She knew twenty storeys would be enough to destroy the fucking bitch.

Her hands were scraped up a little and her knees covered in dirt from when she’d pushed her prey off the edge.

Her hands were a little scraped up, a little blood dried up in the dirt they’d collected from the floor. The same dirt now on the knees of her jeans. A sign of the close call she’d just had.

She had thought that she’d be going over the edge with her prey. That the object of her hatred would gain revenge when her momentum very nearly sent her to following after the prey she’d pushed over the edge.