Niamh clutched her phone, her pulse racing with nerves.
As long as Jonathan didn't back out, she could finally end things with him for good.
From the other room, Lana finished her second song before Niamh finally saw Jonathan's reply on WhatsApp.
Agreed.
That was all he wrote.
Niamh frowned, ready to discuss the details of the divorce, when another message from him appeared:
We'll talk when I'm back in the country.
Short. Distant.
Niamh let out a heavy sigh.
All she wanted was for nothing else to go wrong this time.
The next morning, Niamh went to work as usual.
In the studio, both Sophia and Natalie were already there.
Quentin was absent.
Niamh called him.
"Are you taking the day off? If not, it'll go down as an unexcused absence."
Quentin was actually right outside Pinnacle Youth Tower, but hadn't come up.
There was a long silence on the line. Just as Niamh wondered if the call had dropped, she finally heard Quentin's voice:
"You still want me to come in? Haven't you figured it out? I'm with T&R."
"Exactly," Niamh replied, all business. "Even if you're quitting, you need to come in and complete the proper paperwork."
Quentin opened his mouth, but for a moment, couldn't find the words.
Half an hour later, he appeared before Niamh.
She led him to the conference room, the tension between them so thick that Sophia and Natalie exchanged bewildered looks.
Inside, Niamh had already organized all the paperwork for Quentin's resignation—benefits transfer, remaining salary, everything in order.
"I'm not going to apologize," Quentin blurted out, seemingly out of nowhere.
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