Back then, I had sworn to my mom over and over that Dahlia was capable and trustworthy, but looking back now, it felt like a slap in the face.
“In that case, Dahlia, we’re done.”
After saying that, I stood up to leave. But Dahlia grabbed my arm angrily and snatched the compensation agreement from the table.
“Weston, trying to pull tricks on me? You think I’ll be scared? I’m telling you, you splashed Reid, this won’t end here! And this agreement, if you don’t sign it, you’re not leaving today!”
Maybe it was because of the ice water earlier, but my head was pounding. Feeling too tired to argue with her, I reached for the agreement, signed my name at the bottom, and tossed it back at her.
Dahlia clearly hadn’t expected me to give in so easily. She froze for a few seconds before quickly bending down to pick the paper off the floor.
Just as I stepped into the elevator, I heard Dahlia’s angry voice shouting behind me, “Weston! How dare you sign Reid’s name! Get back here!”
The elevator doors closed slowly, cutting off her furious yelling.
When I reached downstairs, the family car was already waiting. I got in, leaned tiredly against the seat, and said to the driver, “Go home.”