Oh, come on. Dust? On the 22nd floor of a high-rise company? She must really think I'm a complete idiot.
"I just texted you. I invited you to his celebration party. You didn't even reply…"
"Oh, and I even booked your favorite restaurant for it!"
"Look, I know I've been swamped with work lately. I've been distant, but I swear, that's never gonna happen again."
She was fidgeting with the edge of her shirt, her voice all wobbly. But I've had enough; I threw the original source files and my resignation letter at her.
"Sign that resignation letter, or I'm going to the cops, report that son of a bitch, and file a case for copyright infringement!"
I didn't sugarcoat anything. Her face went pale as she stammered, "Randall, it's not Devon's fault... It's… it's all on me…"
I didn't want to hear another word. I just ended it with two words. "We're done." As soon as I said that, I turned around and left that disgusting office.
I wrote that whole damn system for her, but now it felt like I'd just handed it to a freaking stray dog!
Meredith tried to chase after me, but she stopped in her tracks as soon as she got to the door.
I heard Devon's weak, pathetic voice behind me. "Meredith, my chest suddenly hurts so bad… Can you stay with me? Please?"
