"Marina!"
Jayne could barely contain her excitement, but Marina quickly hushed her.
"Keep your voice down."
"This is it—Niamh is finally going to get fired by Mr. Thomas. She totally deserves it!"
Marina didn't comment.
Last night, she'd secretly sent Jayne the photos she'd snapped of Jeffrey and Niamh—clearly showing the two of them in a heated argument.
On the surface, she'd pretended to ask Jayne, "Doesn't Jeffrey have a wife? What's going on between him and Niamh?"
Predictably, the very next day, Jeffrey's wife stormed into the office, causing a scene with Niamh.
By now, Niamh's reputation at the company was in shambles. If this finally got her fired by Jonathan and out of The Thomas Group for good, all the better.
But…
Marina noticed that Jonathan hadn't taken Niamh toward the conference room. Instead, they headed for the elevators.
Inside the elevator, Niamh assumed Jonathan was about to let her go.
But instead, he led her down to the B2 parking level.
"Where are we going?" Niamh asked, stopping beside a sleek black Maybach, making no move to get in.
Jonathan's gaze lingered on her face—steady, unreadable. There was no sympathy in his eyes, and Niamh knew better than to expect any.
She turned away, self-conscious about how disheveled she must look. The last thing she wanted was Jonathan's eyes on her now.
Jonathan opened the passenger door for her.
Was this the first time he'd ever done that for her? Niamh honestly couldn't remember.
"Are you feeling sorry for me?" she asked quietly.
He shot her an amused look. "Do you think I have that much spare time?"
He circled to the driver's side, leaving Niamh no choice but to slip into the car.
They drove in silence for a while before Jonathan finally broke it.
"Does it hurt?"
Niamh turned to glance at him. He kept his eyes on the road, focused on driving—he'd never initiated a conversation with her while driving before.
Her face definitely hurt; whoever had hit her hadn't held back. But more than pain, she felt humiliated.
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