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Sighing, I type a quick message to my aunt, telling her she’s got an unexpected house guest, and give the cab driver the address.
And then, sitting back in my seat, the tears finally begin to fall. I bury my face in my hands, feeling the sting of hot tears against my skin. I’m so ashamed, so humiliated, so betrayed.
“Aww, come on love, it can’t be that bad,” the cabbie says over the sound of my sobs.
It feels like my entire world has crumbled around me, leaving me with nothing but a broken heart and a shattered sense of self.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Lycus
Dear Mr Mortimer,
I am writing to formally resign from my position within the company, effective immediately. I have accrued holiday that I need to use up and so will be taking this before my official leaving date.
This decision has not been easy for me, as I have genuinely enjoyed my time at the company. I have had the opportunity to work with a talented team and contribute to some exciting projects during my tenure. However, after careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that it is time for me to pursue new opportunities and challenges in my career.
I want to express my gratitude for the support and guidance that I have received from you and the entire team. I have learned a great deal during my time here, and I am truly grateful for the experience.
I am committed to ensuring a smooth transition during my remaining time with the company. I am willing to remotely assist with the training of my replacement and to tie up any loose ends on projects that I have been involved in.
Please let me know if there is anything specific that you would like me to do to facilitate the transition process. I want to ensure that my departure causes as little disruption as possible to the operations of the team, but in light of yesterday’s events, I hope you can be sensitive to my request to not have to return to the office.
Once again, I want to express my sincere appreciation for the opportunities that I have had within the company. I wish you and the team continued success in the future.
Thank you for your understanding and support.
Sincerely,
Angelica.
* * *
I stare at the email in disbelief, my heart sinking with each word I read. Angelica’s elegant script dances across the screen, her words cutting through me like shards of glass.
She’s resigning.
She hasn’t come into the office today and I know for a fact that after she ran out yesterday she didn’t go home. I raced after her as best I could, hobbling on my cast, but she was too fast for me, and when I made it to our apartment block, there was no answer at her door. I waited hours and she never came or went, and I couldn’t hear any noise from within. Even when I retreated to my own apartment, I obsessively stalked the cameras for any sign of her.
Nothing.
As soon as Mr Mortimer got me set up with a new phone after mine was destroyed in the crash, I tried calling and texting her, but she blocked my number, and my emails are bouncing back unread.
I know it looks bad, but she hasn’t given me a chance to explain.
My fingers tremble as I hit reply, my mind racing to find the right words. The cursor blinks impatiently, waiting for me to craft a response that can somehow capture the anguish and betrayal surging within me. But all that emerges is a feeble plea –Please don’t go.
I don’t send the message. I’m not that fucking pathetic. Besides, she still doesn’t know who I am, so it would be weird if I replied to her private message to Mr Mortimer. It would seem like a breach of confidentiality and we’re in enough shit after yesterday without adding to our problems.
I slam my laptop shut, frustration burning through my veins. Who does she think she is, just leaving like this without any explanation? We’ve been through so much together, and now, she’s walking away as if it meant nothing?
I can’t just let her go that easily. She has to know that there’s more to this story, more than what she’s witnessed. She must know I’d never betray her like that. I refuse to believe that everything we’ve built between us can crumble so easily. I need to explain.
Determined, I grab my phone and rush out of the office on my crutches. Damn things. The sooner I can be rid of them, the better.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, mirroring the darkness that has settled in my heart.
Where could she be? I scan the bustling crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar face among the sea of strangers. But obviously she’s nowhere to be found. Why would she return here but not come into the office? Desperation is making me stupid.
