“You'd better have a good explanation.”
Lance and Harrell had been close for years. Lance didn’t have to spell it out. Harrell already knew exactly what he was asking about.
“I just wanted to know if you actually love Adelina.”
Lance let out a bitter laugh. “Well, do you know now?”
“I do.”
Lance’s voice turned sharp. “Just wait. One day, when it’s my turn, you’ll pay for this.”
He hung up, but the words barely made a dent in the chaos swirling inside him.
The phone screen faded to black, and the break room was swallowed by shadows. Neon lights leaked in through the half-open curtains, sketching out the shape of the room.
Lance tossed and turned, sleep nowhere in sight.
Long before sunrise, he got up, washed his face, and sat down at his desk, waiting for Catherine.
His phone buzzed close to eight. Fiona’s name flashed on the screen.
“Have you thought about what I mentioned last time?”
She was talking about setting up Catherine with Gavin.
Lance replied, “You don’t need to worry about her.”
He hesitated, then added, “And honestly, it’s not my place to worry about her either.”
“You agreed so quickly before. What changed?” Fiona sounded annoyed. “Forget it, I’ll talk to your father instead.”
She hung up before he could say another word.
Why was she so sure there was something going on between Catherine and Gavin?
Lance pulled out Catherine’s transfer paperwork. The top choices were all as far from Cabinda as possible.
He sighed. It was definitely time to sit down and talk things through with her.
From the moment she hid her pregnancy, to why she really resigned, to now wanting to go to the company branch that was basically on another continent. And then there was her posting about Lorinda’s child on Twitter right before New Year’s.
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