Yet he believed Emily’s story without question, hit me without asking, and somehow I became the one at fault?
“Scare me? There’s no need. You wanted me gone—well, I’m leaving now! Since you’re so eager to believe Emily’s lies, then there’s no point in saying another word, is there?” I shot back.
“My point is, Emily had it rough too—her hand swelled from slapping you. If you’re leaving, at least apologize to her before you go!”
That made my blood boil. If anyone owed an apology, it was Emily. She slapped me, and I was already being generous by not calling the police.
To say nothing improper was going on between them? Even ghosts wouldn’t believe it.
Yes, Daniel and I had been introduced because our families were close for generations. But was our bond really this fragile?
Emily had graduated and immediately become his assistant. Before her internship even ended, she was promoted to mid-level management. And now, in front of the employees, Daniel openly favored her.
Was I really that cheap in his eyes?
When I looked at him now, all I felt was disappointment.
My deputy clutched her box of files, crying the entire way and telling me about her family troubles.