Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 18

Willow didn't have a permanent desk at headquarters, but thankfully, there were plenty of hot desks available. She picked one at random and booted up her laptop.

Even though she had officially submitted her resignation, she was still technically on the clock, which meant she had a mountain of work to get through. She had built the Seattle project team from the ground up, and she cared deeply for every single person on it. Even though she was leaving, she wanted to set them up for success one last time.

The four hours of the morning flew by. Aside from shooting Julian a quick text asking what time he was free to meet, she poured every ounce of her focus into her work.

At exactly noon, the floor began to empty out as people headed to lunch. Willow checked her phone—still no reply from Julian. She closed her laptop and decided to grab food as well.

The moment she stepped out of the lobby, she spotted Julian getting out of a sleek car a short distance away. Following right behind him were Vivienne and a small group of familiar faces.

Willow recognized every single one of them. They were all part of Julian's elite inner circle, the very people who had ruthlessly ostracized her in the past. She despised them.

Not wanting to deal with the confrontation, she turned to walk away. But before she could slip off, a loud voice rang out across the plaza. "Willow!"

Willow frowned, fully intending to ignore him, but before she could make her escape, the man jogged right up to her.

"It really is you! I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. How the hell did you let yourself go like this?" The voice belonged to Seth Sterling, a guy who had practically grown up attached to Julian's hip. His family ran a lucrative furniture empire—not quite Sinclair money, but rich enough to buy his way into the circle.

Willow didn't even want to look at him. In the past, desperate to please Julian, she had bent over backward to accommodate his friends. No matter how vicious their insults were or how humiliating their 'pranks' got, she had always swallowed her pride and forced a smile. But things were different now. She was divorcing Julian; she didn't owe these entitled brats a damn thing.

Giving him a freezing glare, she side-stepped him to leave.

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