"Looks like someone new is about to fill that spot for President Webber's boyfriend! I mean, come on—who wouldn't pick the young and talented guy over the old one?"
"You didn't see it, did you? Well, I was in the parking lot earlier—Devon was sitting in President Webber's passenger seat, and she was feeding him soup! When he got some bit on his lip, she wiped it off, and guess what? She even licked her fingers after! You should've seen the way they were looking at each other!"
"Oh my god, they're basically acting like a couple!"
My chest tightened, and the pen I was holding slipped out of my hand, falling to the floor. When I picked it up, the ink was broken.
That was a graduation gift from Meredith. I'd used it for 10 long years and cherished it like it was a treasure.
I paused for a moment, but screw it; it belonged in the trash.
She was always so obsessed with keeping our personal and professional life separate. Never once showed me any affection in public.
Even when we'd work late, if I tried to hold her hand on the way out, she'd always brush me off with a cold look. Wouldn't even let me sit in her car, either.
But with Devon? It sounded like she didn't care if our colleagues saw them together.
I guess that's the difference between someone you love and someone you just… tolerate.
I took a deep breath, turned on my computer, and typed out my resignation letter. I finished up the last bit of that system and pushed it through.
And before I even realized it, it was noon already, and there they were—Meredith and Devon, walking out of the CEO's office together. They were both laughing and chatting.
Meredith spotted me, and for a second, she looked a little surprised. Then, she walked over my way.
Meredith handed me a cup of coffee like she was giving me a grand offering, even softening her voice a bit.
"Randall, why didn't you stay home to rest? But then, since you're here, try this coffee. Devon made it, and it's just as good as what you'd get from a professional barista..."
Devon's face went bright red, and he hurried to say, "Oh, I heard you're the real coffee expert here, Randall. I'm just playing around—well, only because President Webber's nice enough to drink it…"
Meredith looked at him with this ridiculously proud smile.
I stared at the cup in my hand, kinda spaced out.