Some of them looked at me with pity as I passed. Others curled their lips in open disdain.
I said nothing. I simply made my way to my desk and began gathering my documents and belongings.
I pulled out my phone, my finger hovering over the message to my assistant: [Initiate divestment].
But before I could send it—a crisp slap echoed through the office. My phone flew from my hand, landing on the floor with a crack. The screen shattered.
I looked up to see Cortland stood before me, his face twisted with fury. Behind him trailed Thalia, looking delicate and wronged.
“Damn, Saylor, you’re disgusting!” he growled through clenched teeth. “Just to get back at me, you went crawling into bed with the CEO of a rival company?”
His eyes were shooting daggers. “And now you want to blame Thalia?”
“No, Cortland, don’t…” Thalia reached out to stop him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please don’t say that… Saylor isn’t that kind of person. It must be a misunderstanding…”
“Misunderstanding, my ass!” Cortland roared.
He flung a stack of documents in his hand. Photo after photo scattered across the office floor, fluttering down like damning snow.