As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard Brandon's voice. "Sylvia, come with me."
I turned around to find him standing right behind me, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
No one in the office knew we were married. Brandon was adamant about enforcing the company's no-office-romance policy, so to everyone else, I was just another senior employee.
At work, he always kept his distance. Once, when I had a 104-degree fever and could barely stand, I went to him, hoping he'd take me to the hospital. But he brushed me off, worried about what people might think, and told me to get HR to give me the day off.
Yet, if Jenna so much as whispered about a stomach ache, Brandon would cancel meetings and rush her to the doctor.
I followed him into his office, watching as he gently told Jenna to go rest in the back room.
Once we were alone, Brandon came over and grabbed my hand, his voice low. "Still mad?"
I pulled my hand away, keeping my tone distant. "I told you, I'm not mad."
He placed his hands on my shoulders, his eyes drilling into mine. "Don't lie to me. I didn't come home last night, and you didn't even call or text. And you expect me to believe you're not upset?"