Chapter 8 Saw The Resignation Letter

Tiffany’s face was contorted into a mix of discomfort and forced sweetness while she stood behind Rafael. She mustered a smile and tentatively reached out to place her hand on his shoulder.

But before she could touch him, his sudden movement sent a cup of coffee flying off the table. It crashed to the floor, narrowly missing Tiffany, who jumped back, startled.

The liquid splattered onto Rafael’s suit and face. I imagined it was hot, but he didn’t even flinch. He stood up, acting as though nothing had happened. I even noticed a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips as he paced around the room.

I could sense the tension was brewing.

Rafael’s phone buzzed then, and whatever message he received made him stop in his tracks.

His entire demeanor shifted, his eyes lighting up with an emotion I couldn’t place was it excitement or relief? The message seemed long as he stood frozen for several minutes reading it.

When he finally finished, the coldness returned to his face as he lowered the phone.

Just as Tiffany moved to embrace him from behind, Preston erupted in fury.

Without warning, he hurled his phone directly at the meeting room’s large electronic screen.

The impact was instant. Sparks flew as the screen shattered.

Tiffany gasped. She stumbled backward and twisted her ankle in her panic. Then, she fell awkwardly on the floor.

She began to cry, her face a mix of fear and confusion. But Rafael didn’t even spare her a glance. He turned around, and just as he started walking toward her, the video cut off.

I didn’t need to see the rest of the video to know what happened. Of course, Rafael would help her up, apologize softly, guilt–ridden, and he would coddle her even more after that–shower her with more affection to make up for his outburst.

Closing the video, I sent a brief message to Emma, thanking her for everything. I wished her nothing but the best, hoping she’d continue to climb the ladder at the company, even though we’d no longer be working together.

Four days had passed since I returned home. My parents‘ constant love and attention made me feel more like myself again. I looked so refreshed that when I met up with my two best friends from high school, they couldn’t stop teasing me, asking which beauty clinic I’d visited for treatments.

We joked around for a while until my phone rang. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.

I had only changed my number a couple of days ago, so I figured it was just a random telemarketer. Without a second thought, I put my phone on silent mode.

Later that evening, just as I was settling back into the comfort of home, the doorbell rang. I had ordered a milkshake. It was probably the delivery driver, so I didn’t think much of it and casually opened the door.

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