When she saw me walk in, she was momentarily surprised but quickly regained her composure, greeting me warmly.
I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. All I wanted was to ask Jack what was going on.
Why on earth did an assistant need the office of a general manager?
Just then, Jack walked in. His expression shifted slightly when he saw me.
I asked him what was happening, and he casually brushed it off.
“Lucy buys a lot of snacks, and her desk was too small to hold everything. Since you’re not using the office right now, I let her use it for the time being.”
Lucy playfully stuck her tongue out at Jack, then clung to my arm, pouting, “You’re not mad at me, right, Maya?”
At that moment, I should have realized that something was wrong between us.
Jack had always been strict about not allowing food in the office – not even for me.
He’d always say, “The office is for business; it shouldn’t smell like food.”
Yet now, I was sitting on his office couch, staring at an unfinished bag of chips.
I tried to reassure myself, thinking maybe Jack was just being lenient because Lucy was younger, and he still felt guilty about the accident.
But the doubts kept piling up.
It wasn’t until after we attended the company’s promotional event and Jack placed his car keys on the table that my heart sank.
I noticed something on his keychain – a small, fluffy bunny charm.
I did my best to act casual and asked, “Did you change your keychain? What happened to the one I gave you?”
