“Exactly. She’s an orphan. How could she compete with the kind of connections a rich daughter can offer Sir Ross?”
“People just aren’t born equal, you know.”
Their words blended with laughter, each one cutting into me like a small, sharp blade.
Quietly, I closed my laptop. I slipped the signed contract and my resignation letter into a folder.
Then I stood up and walked steadily toward Ross’s office.
Through the glass door, I could see him and Zamora inside—giggling together, the air between them intimate.
Without hesitation, I laid my resignation letter on his desk.
“You’re quitting?” Ross’s voice was low and cold, his thin lips pressed into a hard line. “What nonsense are you up to this time?”
Before I could say anything, Zamora let out a chuckle and interjected, “Ross, don’t be so harsh on her. Maybe she’s still not feeling well and got a little emotional.”
She turned to me, her tone gentle. “Issy, don’t act on impulse. Ross’s just worried about you. You’ve been with the company for years. You can’t just walk away like that.”
“What does my resignation have to do with you?” I looked up at her, my lips curling faintly.