His voice was the same as always, but my throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton.
Looking at his face, I said softly, “Conrad, do you still remember what you said when I handed the first fragrance to you?”
He frowned. After a moment, he answered, “Of course, I remember. It’s just that recently, it’s not very convenient for the company. There were also many things that happened in the R&D department today. For your own good, you shouldn’t come here for now. When everything settles down, I’ll give your position back.”
My face turned pale inch by inch. Even though I had intended to resign today, after he chose to abandon me without hesitation, I still felt as if I had been pierced through by knives and swords.
More than ten years of feelings were like rotten flesh on a wound—even knowing long ago that it should be cut away, it still hurt unbearably.
And Conrad had long since forgotten what he said to me back then.
When I handed the first fragrance to him, he had once promised that no matter what, the credit would always be mine.
He would not sell any patent related to my fragrances.