“Alright, Director Duncan isn’t used to such high-pressure situations. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to me instead,” she said with a casual tone.
Her words landed like a sharp blade, solidifying the narrative that I was nothing more than a bumbling fool riding on someone else’s coattails. The disdain was palpable, and every gaze that fell on me was filled with contempt and ridicule.
If this had happened before, I might have confronted Lindsay right then and there, demanding to know what she meant, possibly escalating into a full-blown argument. But now, I see no point.
Her heart had already shifted, and any further discussion was meaningless.
Without a word, I turned and walked away.
As I shoved my hands into my pockets, my fingers brushed against something hard. I pulled it out—a pink diamond ring worth millions, the one thing Lindsay had always wanted but never received.
Just because she said she liked it, I spent countless hours and energy tracking it down, eventually purchasing it from a foreign collector.