I stood on the sidewalk, unmoving.
Bob couldn’t help but urge me in a low voice, “Ms. Sawyer, you should get in the car. There are so many people watching. It doesn’t look good…”
“Since you know that, why are you blocking the road like this?” I stared him straight in the eye.
You guys go ahead. I’m not going back tonight.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man in the back seat pause slightly, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look up at me. He just calmly flipped through the documents in his
hands, then slowly set them down.
Bob, clearly caught in the middle, could only steel himself and say again, “Ms. Sawyer, please just get in the car.”
Then he suddenly lowered his voice and leaned in closer. “Don’t upset Mr. Ford any further. After what happened back at the party…”
“What happened?” I cut him off, smiling.
Ever since I woke up from my suicide attempt, Bob had been constantly taking jabs at me, mocking me at every turn. He never said anything outright, but the condescension in his tone was
unmistakable. He either asked me to behave or not cause trouble for Jonathan.
But he was just an assistant. Who gave him the right to talk to me like that? He should stick to doing his actual job. Since when was it his place to manage Jonathan’s personal life?
Was I his subordinate? What gave him the right to act like he could order me around?
I locked eyes with him. “Go on, tell me. What exactly did I do to make Jonathan so angry?”
Bob instantly clamped his mouth shut, clearly caught off guard that I was being so direct. He looked a little awkward, like he hadn’t expected me to be this difficult to handle.
After a moment, I calmed myself, took a deep breath, and said, “Tell him I’m not going back. You all go ahead.”
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