For her final few days, Willow prioritized her own comfort above all else. She maintained a pleasant mood and avoided any emotional turbulence.
The days flew by, and soon it was her final day. Willow headed to the People & Culture Department to complete her exit process.
The HR rep tried to throw her weight around, adopting a terrible attitude and a condescending tone. But Willow was fully prepared. She had gathered all the necessary resignation documents and company property ages ago. Now, she dumped every single item onto the desk without missing a beat.
"Is that enough?"
Ultimately, bound by company protocol, the HR rep begrudgingly finalized her paperwork.
Stepping out of the Sinclair Group building, Willow took a deep breath of the outside air. The sky was clear, the breeze was fresh, and it had been a very long time since she had felt this incredibly relaxed.
Looking back at the place where she had sacrificed three years of her youth, Willow felt no regrets. She had no fear of the future and no attachments to the past. It was simply time to turn the page and start the next chapter of her life.
Julian had just wrapped up a meeting. Lighting a cigarette, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows to decompress. Suddenly, a familiar silhouette caught his eye. Her outfit and aura were strikingly similar to Willow's. The only difference was that this woman was significantly slimmer, looking much more like the version of Willow from her college days. Julian's mind briefly flashed back to how she used to look in university—quiet, introverted, always wearing white, and constantly trailing behind him with her books clutched to her chest.
Julian stared for a moment longer. The woman was carrying a cardboard box. After exiting the building, she hailed a cab and drove off, making it look exactly like she had just quit.
He had briefly suspected it might actually be Willow, but seeing that, he immediately dismissed the thought.
How could Willow possibly resign? Could she really bear to leave Sinclair Group? Right now, she was probably racking her brain trying to come up with an excuse to beg for his forgiveness.
Julian crushed out his cigarette and looked away.


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