I asked, "Did you need something?"
Back then, I used to light up when Derrick dropped by just to chat. Not this time. He froze like he didn't expect me to be so blunt.
His face shifted—awkward, like he'd stepped in something. "Yeah, actually. Molly just wrapped up a big project, so I'm thinking of promoting her. Should give the team a boost. What do you think?"
He looked straight at me.
Sure, he said he wanted my opinion, but we both knew that wasn't true.
I just nodded. "I don't mind."
Then he added, "But rewards should come with penalties too. You haven't finished a project in a while, so I'm thinking of moving you to a lower-level position. Just for now.
"Once things calm down, I'll bring you back. Don't worry—it's for the greater good. You're my fiancée, so you'll support me, right?"
I laughed—silently, in my head.
He still had no clue I'd already quit.
He could read Molly like a book—knew her mood from a glance, remembered every little thing she liked. But his own fiancée handed him a resignation letter he signed, and he didn't even realize.
That's what it looks like when someone just doesn't care. You can tell in one or two lines.
When I stayed quiet, Derrick assumed I was gearing up to argue, like always. His face darkened. "Even if you disagree, it won't change anything. The announcement's already out. Your office belongs to Molly now."
"Either accept the transfer or leave," he said. "But just a heads-up—the company's going public. Might wanna think twice before walking away."
He really thought I'd stay.
It wasn't new. I'd been shoved down the ladder more than once, all because of Molly's petty comments.


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