Frederick’s patience was running thin.
“Of course, I know she’s not divorced yet. I don’t need you to remind me! Well, looks like you just want to be fired, huh? Go to HR and collect your final paycheck now.”
“Forget it.” I nudged Frederick, then glanced at Velvet. “Give her three chances. If she steps out of line again, then fire her.”
Velvet glowered at me. “Are you pretending to be generous now? I don’t need your pity!”
“Did you think I was speaking up for you?”
I gave her a look. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just don’t want to deal with this same drama every time I show up. It’s exhausting.”
Velvet did a double–take. She was clearly surprised by how blunt I was.
I approached her. “Mind having a chat with me?”
She didn’t respond, so I simply grabbed her arm and dragged her to the hallway.
Once it was just the two of us, she quickly yanked her arm away.
“Spit it out,” she hissed. “Mr. Guzman’s not here anyway. You don’t have to keep up your little act.”
Amused, I looked at her and asked, “Why do you keep assuming that I’m putting on an act? Is that how you see me? Some manipulative flirt?”
“Exactly! And a particularly shameless one,” she snapped. “Why do you keep clinging to Mr. Guzman? You’re already married. Even if Jonathan mistreats you, that doesn’t mean you should drag someone else into this!”
My gaze dimmed. I turned around and propped my arms against the railing, gazing into the distance.
“You’re right,” I said softly. “There’s nothing for me to argue.”
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