I thought for a moment and could only comfort myself with one phrase, "Maybe it's just not enough love."
I took a half-day off from work, planning to pack some things to send out.
Yet, not ten minutes later, I received a call asking me to come back.
"Emma, come back! We have a big client today, and Ethan is also taking leave. The company can't be without any management."
Reluctantly, I took a taxi back.
When I arrived, Ethan was already deep in conversation with the client.
Sophie was nearby, refilling water, occasionally exchanging flirtatious glances with him—there was an almost palpable chemistry between them.
My colleague Jane, who was closer to me, pulled me aside and expressed her outrage.
"Emma, how can Ethan do this? Isn't he just slapping you in the face?"
"Look at how brazen they are; it's disgusting to watch them flirt like that!"
I shook my head at Jane, urging her to stop speaking for fear of being overheard and causing her trouble.
But it was too late; Sophie emerged from the office, dropping the kettle she was holding and shattering it on the floor.