"These tickets and the watch were rewards for Evan's outstanding performance last month. I just forgot to change the address when I sent them to you."
I could feel my fingers trembling as I gripped the tickets.
"So, when you told me last night that you were too busy with work to go to the beach with me, you were actually planning to go to the Maldives with him?"
"Carson, what are you talking about?"
Her voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of a few employees who had lingered.
They turned their heads, curiosity written all over their faces.
"I went to the Maldives for a business trip, not for fun. And definitely not to be with Evan," she snapped. "Can you stop acting so childish?"
I looked at her, noticing how flawless her makeup was and how carefully her hair had been styled. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of unfamiliarity.
"Just a business trip? Do two people really need to go together to a resort for a business meeting?"
"Mr. Rutherford," Evan finally spoke, stepping forward and giving a slight bow.