A few months ago, when Nigel first joined the company, I saw him for what he was—a clueless rookie. I suggested to Lindsay that we should fire him before he caused any more trouble.
But Lindsay insisted that Nigel was just a young man starting out, needing more chances to prove himself. She even said that seeing him reminded her of me when I was beginning my career, struggling just like he was.
I knew Nigel was her first love, but I didn’t want to spoil her fun, so I kept quiet.
Yet Nigel kept making mistakes, and every time I pointed them out, Lindsay accused me of being jealous, asking me not to suppress a newcomer.
Hearing my sarcasm, Lindsay stormed out, slamming the door behind her. "Fine, do whatever you want! I won’t fall for it!"
Just as she left, Nigel updated his social media status.
It was a photo of a neck adorned with strawberries, accompanied by the caption: [The mark given by my sister.] Below, colleagues were sending blessings, 99 to be exact.
I didn’t care. I turned around and went back to my room, intending to sleep peacefully.
I also responded to the old friend who had been sending me subtle signals.