Ross walked in, wearing a dark gray suit, his expression as cold as ever. His gaze fell on the resignation letter in my hand. He asked me in this deep, sharp voice.
“What family?”
“It’s nothing.”
I cut off whatever my coworker was about to say.
Ross’s brows furrowed slightly, as if he wanted to ask more. But before he could, the sharp clack of heels echoed from the hallway.
“Ross.”
That soft, sweet voice drew everyone’s attention instantly.
Zamora walked in with a charming smile, her figure graceful, her hips swaying slightly as she leaned almost naturally against him.
Ross’s expression shifted. The tenderness on his face was so unfamiliar that I barely recognized him.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Everyone, let me introduce someone. This is our new technical director, Zamora Forrer.”
The office fell silent for a few seconds.
Then came the murmurs, spreading quickly like an undercurrent.
Someone snuck a glance at me, then quickly looked away and put on a bright smile to greet Zamora. “Welcome to the team, Director!”
I didn’t stand up. I just kept my head down as I gathered the files on my desk.