The two kittens looked nothing alike, and he couldn't tell the difference.
That can only mean one thing—he never really cared.
As for why the cat he gave me was so scrawny and weak—I'd figured it out. He gave the best kitten to Lily, and she picked the runt of the litter to pass off as my "gift."
How ridiculous.
I thought Cheese was a symbol of our love. But somewhere I didn't know about, he had another kitten with Lily.
Named Salad.
I hung up and blocked Alex on everything.
The next morning, I went to work as usual. Something felt off the moment I walked in.
Lynn, who always had the latest gossip, filled me in: the company was cracking down on office romances. Anyone caught could be transferred or pressured to resign. The news had everyone on edge.
Linda, who knew about me and Alex, whispered, "You two should keep a low profile for a while."
I nodded, stood up, and walked into his office.
He was clearly stressed about the same thing. The second he saw me, he yanked the blinds shut like a guilty man.
"Why would you just walk into my office like this? Haven't you heard they're investigating?"
He was treating this like a crisis.
I ignored him and asked where Lily was.
He cut me off.