That system was a goldmine, probably worth the next decade of profits for her company. Consider it my farewell gift to wrap up these 10 years with some dignity.
When I got to the office, the whole area was buzzing with gossip, and nobody even tried to lower their voices when I walked in.
"Looks like someone new is about to fill that spot for President Webber's boyfriend! I mean, come on—who wouldn't pick the young and talented guy over the old one?"
"You didn't see it, did you? Well, I was in the parking lot earlier—Devon was sitting in President Webber's passenger seat, and she was feeding him soup! When he got some bit on his lip, she wiped it off, and guess what? She even licked her fingers after! You should've seen the way they were looking at each other!"
"Oh my god, they're basically acting like a couple!"
My chest tightened, and the pen I was holding slipped out of my hand, falling to the floor. When I picked it up, the ink was broken.
That was a graduation gift from Meredith. I'd used it for 10 long years and cherished it like it was a treasure.
I paused for a moment, but screw it; it belonged in the trash.