"Anna! Stop!" Pedro shouted, halting in his tracks. Their eyes met, but there was no warmth there. Only coldness and feelings that had long since died.
Richa, her voice feigned sweet, greeted her. "Secretary Anna? How are you? What a coincidence that you’re here. Are you feeling ill too?"
Anna felt her chest tighten hearing those words. Richa was always like this—full of pretense. Whenever she was around Pedro, she would try to be sweet and sympathetic, but underneath it all, she intended to stab Anna in the back.
"I heard you were angry because Pedro forgot your birthday. I'm sorry, Secretary Anna. I didn't know Pedro should have been with you. If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked him to come help me," Richa said, her tone sweet but laced with manipulation.
Anna stared at her sharply. "I don't care about anything anymore, Miss. That’s in the past. Now, Mr. Pedro and I are no longer together. So, there’s no need for you to feel awkward."
Richa feigned shock, "What?! Why? You and Pedro have been together for so long. Don’t misunderstand my relationship with Pedro. You shouldn’t leave such a good man, Secretary Anna. Don’t repeat my mistake and regret it for the rest of your life."