"Nancy, what's your problem? Can't I bring my assistant to meet a client? Do you think anyone who's with me is having an affair? You're disgusting and perverted!"
But what he didn't know was that I had done more than take that one photo.
I had also tailed them in a cab and watched as they entered another restaurant.
I saw them sitting by the window, enjoying a meal together.
There weren't any clients in sight, but I couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore.
I stood outside my office building, waiting for George to show up.
After half an hour, my feet were frozen stiff, and he sent me a message.
"Traffic is bad. Don't wait for me. I'm not going to make it."
Ha, I knew it. I don't know why I was hoping for a miracle.
But the next moment, I saw Mark's new post on social media.
"In this bitterly cold night, only Mr. Potter's heart is warm."
The picture showed two men's hands clasped together.
The background of the picture is George's Mercedes-Benz car.
So, the road to me was blocked, but the road to Mark was wide open.
It made me wonder if we were even in the same city.
My heart grew colder than the winter air around me.
Without any transportation, I walked through the heavy snow for two hours.