She was always so obsessed with keeping our personal and professional life separate. Never once showed me any affection in public.
Even when we'd work late, if I tried to hold her hand on the way out, she'd always brush me off with a cold look. Wouldn't even let me sit in her car, either.
But with Devon? It sounded like she didn't care if our colleagues saw them together.
I guess that's the difference between someone you love and someone you just… tolerate.
I took a deep breath, turned on my computer, and typed out my resignation letter. I finished up the last bit of that system and pushed it through.
And before I even realized it, it was noon already, and there they were—Meredith and Devon, walking out of the CEO's office together. They were both laughing and chatting.
Meredith spotted me, and for a second, she looked a little surprised. Then, she walked over my way.
Meredith handed me a cup of coffee like she was giving me a grand offering, even softening her voice a bit.
"Randall, why didn't you stay home to rest? But then, since you're here, try this coffee. Devon made it, and it's just as good as what you'd get from a professional barista..."